Himnusz

Ang  () ay ang pambansang awit ng Hungriya. Ang lyrics ay isinulat ni [ [Ferenc Kölcsey]], isang kilalang makata sa buong bansa, noong 1823, at ang kasalukuyang opisyal na setting ng musika ay binubuo ng romantikong kompositor Ferenc Erkel noong 1844, bagama't may iba pang hindi kilalang bersyon ng musikal. Ang tula ay may subtitle na "A magyar nép zivataros századaiból" ("Mula sa mabagyo na mga siglo ng bansang Hungarian"); madalas na pinagtatalunan na ang subtitle na ito - sa pamamagitan ng pagbibigay-diin sa nakaraan kaysa sa kontemporaryong pambansang kaguluhan - ay malinaw na idinagdag upang bigyang-daan ang tula na maipasa ang Habsburg censorship. Ang buong kahulugan ng teksto ng tula ay makikita lamang sa mga lubos na nakakaalam ng Hungarian history. Ang unang stanza ay inaawit sa mga opisyal na seremonya at gayundin sa karaniwan. Ito ay de facto na ginamit bilang himno ng Kaharian ng Hungary mula sa komposisyon nito noong 1844, at opisyal na pinagtibay bilang pambansang awit ng Third Hungarian Republic noong 1989.

Ang liriko ng "Himnusz" ay isang prayer na nagsisimula sa mga salitang  (; ).

 Pamagat 
Ang pamagat sa orihinal na manuskrito ay "Hymnus" — isang salitang Latin na nangangahulugang "awit ng papuri", at isa na malawakang ginagamit sa mga wika maliban sa Ingles (hal., Pranses o Aleman) upang nangangahulugang "awit". Pinalitan ng phonetic transcription na "Himnusz" ang orihinal na spelling ng Latin sa paglipas ng panahon, at habang ang tula ay nakakuha ng malawakang pagtanggap bilang de facto anthem ng Hungary, gayundin ang salitang "himnusz" ay nagkaroon ng kahulugang "pambansang awit" para sa iba. mga bansa rin.

 Mga opisyal na gamit 
Ang pampublikong istasyon ng radyo Kossuth Rádió ay tumutugtog ng Himnusz tuwing sampung minuto lampas hatinggabi bawat araw sa pagsasara ng mga pagpapadala sa AM band, gayundin ang mga channel ng state TV sa pagtatapos ng mga broadcast ng araw. Ang Himnusz ay tradisyonal ding pinapatugtog sa Hungarian na telebisyon sa pagsapit ng hatinggabi sa Bisperas ng Bagong Taon.

Mga alternatibong awit
"Szózat" (), na nagsisimula sa mga salitang  (Sa iyong tinubuang-bayan ay maging matapat, O Hungarian) ay nagtatamasa ng katayuan sa lipunan na halos katumbas ng "Himnusz", kahit na "Himnusz" lamang ang binanggit sa Konstitusyon ng Hungary. Ayon sa kaugalian, ang Himnusz ay inaawit sa simula ng mga seremonya, at ang Szózat sa dulo (bagaman ang Himnusz, na kahawig ng isang Protestante Chorale, ay mas madaling kantahin kaysa sa mahirap na ritmo ng Szózat, na kadalasang nilalaro lamang mula sa pag-record).

Ang pagkilala ay ibinibigay din sa "Rákóczi March", isang maikling pirasong walang salita (composer ay hindi kilala, ngunit minsan ay iniuugnay kay János Bihari at Franz Liszt) na kadalasang ginagamit sa mga okasyong militar ng estado; at ang tulang Nemzeti dal na isinulat ni Sándor Petőfi.

Ang isa pang sikat na kanta ay ang "Székely Himnusz" (), isang hindi opisyal na ethnic anthem ng Hungarian-speaking Szekler na naninirahan sa Eastern [[Transylvania] ]], ang Székely Land (ngayon ay bahagi ng Romania) at sa iba pang bahagi ng mundo.

 Lyrics 
Ang unang saknong ay opisyal na inaawit sa mga seremonya.

Dalawang Ingles na bersyon ang ibinigay sa ibaba; pareho ang mga libreng pagsasalin ng mga salitang Hungarian. Dahil ang Hungarian ay isang walang kasarian na wika, ang mga panlalaking panghalip sa mga pagsasalin sa Ingles ay sa katunayan ay naka-address sa lahat ng Hungarians anuman ang kasarian.

Hungarian originalIPA transcriptionEnglish translationPoetic English translationI
O God, bless the nation of Hungary
With your grace and bounty
Extend over it your guarding arm
During strife with its enemies
Long torn by ill fate
Bring upon it a time of relief
This nation has suffered for all sins
Of the past and of the future!

II
You brought our ancestors up
Over the Carpathians' holy peaks
By You was won a beautiful homeland
For Bendeguz's sons
And wherever flow the rivers of
The Tisza and the Danube
Árpád our hero's descendants
Will root and bloom.

III
For us on the plains of the Kuns
You ripened the wheat
In the grape fields of Tokaj
You dripped sweet nectar
Our flag you often planted
On the wild Turk's earthworks
And under Mátyás' grave army whimpered
Vienna's "proud fort."

IV
Ah, but for our sins
Anger gathered in Your bosom
And You struck with Your lightning
From Your thundering clouds
Now the plundering Mongols' arrows
You swarmed over us
Then the Turks' slave yoke
We took upon our shoulders.

V
How often came from the mouths
Of Osman's barbarian nation
Over the corpses of our defeated army
A victory song!
How often did your own son aggress
My homeland, upon your breast,
And you became because of your own sons
Your own sons' funeral urn!

VI
The fugitive hid, and towards him
The sword reached into his cave
Looking everywhere he could not find
His home in his homeland
Climbs the mountain, descends the valley
Sadness and despair his companions
Sea of blood beneath his feet
Ocean of flame above.

VII
Castle stood, now a heap of stones
Happiness and joy fluttered,
Groans of death, weeping
Now sound in their place.
And Ah! Freedom does not bloom
From the blood of the dead,
Torturous slavery's tears fall
From the burning eyes of the orphans!

VIII
Pity, O Lord, the Hungarians
Who are tossed by waves of danger
Extend over it your guarding arm
On the sea of its misery
Long torn by ill fate
Bring upon it a time of relief
They who have suffered for all sins
Of the past and of the future!I
O, my God, the Magyar bless
With Thy plenty and good cheer!
With Thine aid his just cause press,
Where his foes to fight appear.
Fate, who for so long did'st frown,
Bring him happy times and ways;
Atoning sorrow hath weighed down
Sins of past and future days.

II
By Thy help our fathers gained
Kárpát's proud and sacred height;
Here by Thee a home obtained
Heirs of Bendegúz, the knight.
Where'er Danube's waters flow
And the streams of Tisza swell
Árpád's children, Thou dost know,
Flourished and did prosper well.

III
For us let the golden grain
Grow upon the fields of Kún,
And let nectar's silver rain
Ripen grapes of Tokay soon.
Thou our flags hast planted o'er
Forts where once wild Turks held sway;
Proud Vienna suffered sore
From King Mátyás' dark array.

IV
But, alas! for our misdeed,
Anger rose within Thy breast,
And Thy lightnings Thou did'st speed
From Thy thundering sky with zest.
Now the Mongol arrow flew
Over our devoted heads;
Or the Turkish yoke we knew,
Which a free-born nation dreads.

V
O, how often has the voice
Sounded of wild Osman's hordes,
When in songs they did rejoice
O'er our heroes' captured swords!
Yea, how often rose Thy sons,
My fair land, upon Thy sod,
And Thou gavest to these sons,
Tombs within the breast they trod!

VI
Though in caves pursued he lie,
Even then he fears attacks.
Coming forth the land to spy,
Even a home he finds he lacks.
Mountain, vale – go where he would,
Grief and sorrow all the same –
Underneath a sea of blood,
While above a sea of flame.

VII
'Neath the fort, a ruin now,
Joy and pleasure erst were found,
Only groans and sighs, I trow,
In its limits now abound.
But no freedom's flowers return
From the spilt blood of the dead,
And the tears of slavery burn,
Which the eyes of orphans shed.

VIII
Pity, God, the Magyar, then,
Long by waves of danger tossed;
Help him by Thy strong hand when
He on grief's sea may be lost.
Fate, who for so long did'st frown,
Bring him happy times and ways;
Atoning sorrow hath weighed down
All the sins of all his days.

 Himnusz sculpture 

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