Himnusz

"Himnusz" (Hungarian pronunciation: [ˈhimnus]; English: "Anthem", lit. 'Hymn') is the national anthem of Hungary. The words were written by Ferenc Kölcsey, a nationally renowned poet, in 1823, and its currently official musical setting was composed by the romantic composer Ferenc Erkel in 1844, although other less-known musical versions exist. The poem bore the subtitle "A magyar nép zivataros századaiból" ("From the stormy centuries of the Hungarian nation"); it is often argued that this subtitle – by emphasising past rather than contemporary national troubles – was added expressly to enable the poem to pass Habsburg censorship. The full meaning of the poem's text is evident only to those well acquainted with Hungarian history. The first stanza is sung at official ceremonies and as well in common. It was de facto used as hymn of the Kingdom of Hungary from its composition in 1844, and was officially adopted as national anthem of the Third Hungarian Republic in 1989.

The lyrics of "Himnusz" are a prayer beginning with the words Isten, áldd meg a magyart (listen (help·info)) (English: "God, bless the Hungarian", using the singular as a proxy for the nation of Hungarians).

The title in the original manuscript is "Hymnus"—a Latin word meaning "song of praise", and one which is widely used in languages other than English (e.g. French or German) to mean "anthem". The phonetic transcription "Himnusz" replaced the original Latin spelling over time, and as the poem gained widespread acceptance as the de facto anthem of Hungary, so too the word "himnusz" took on the meaning "national anthem" for other countries as well.

Although Kölcsey completed the poem on 22 January 1823, it was only published first in 1829 in Károly Kisfaludy's Aurora, without the subtitle, despite it being part of the manuscript. It subsequently appeared in a collection of Kölcsey's works in 1832, this time with the subtitle. A competition for composers to make the poem suitable to be sung by the public was staged in 1844 and won by Erkel's entry. His version was first performed in the National Theatre (where he was conductor) in July 1844, then in front of a larger audience on 10 August 1844, at the inaugural voyage of the steamship Széchenyi. By the end of the 1850s it became customary to sing Himnusz at special occasions either alongside Vörösmarty's Szózat or on its own.

In the early 1900s, various members of the Hungarian Parliament proposed making the status of Himnusz as the national anthem of Hungary within Austria-Hungary official, but their efforts never got enough traction for such a law to be passed. Later, in the 1950s, Rákosi made plans to have the anthem replaced by one more suited to the Communist ideology, but the poet and composer he had in mind for the task, Illyés and Kodály, both refused. It wasn't until 1989 that Erkel's musical adaptation of Himnusz finally gained official recognition as Hungary's national anthem, by being mentioned as such in the Constitution of Hungary.

The public radio station Kossuth Rádió plays Himnusz at ten minutes past midnight each day at the close of transmissions in the AM band, as do the state TV channels at the end of the day's broadcasts. Himnusz is also traditionally played on Hungarian television at the stroke of midnight on New Year's Eve.

"Szózat" (English: "Appeal"), which starts with the words Hazádnak rendületlenül légy híve, óh magyar (To your homeland be faithful steadfastly, O Hungarian) enjoys a social status nearly equal to that of "Himnusz", even though only "Himnusz" is mentioned in the Constitution of Hungary. Traditionally, Himnusz is sung at the beginning of ceremonies, and Szózat at the end (although the Himnusz, resembling a Protestant Chorale, is substantially easier to sing than the difficult rhythm of the Szózat, which is often only played from recording).

Recognition is also given to the "Rákóczi March", a short wordless piece (composer unknown, but sometimes attributed to János Bihari and Franz Liszt) which is often used on state military occasions; and the poem Nemzeti dal written by Sándor Petőfi.

Another popular song is the "Székely Himnusz" (English: "Szekler Hymn"), an unofficial ethnic anthem of the Hungarian-speaking Szekler living in Eastern Transylvania, the Székely Land (now part of Romania) and in the rest of the world.

Two English versions are given below; both are free translations of the Hungarian words. As Hungarian is a genderless language, masculine pronouns in the English translations are in fact addressed to all Hungarians regardless of gender.

Isten, áldd meg a magyart Jó kedvvel, bőséggel, Nyújts feléje védő kart, Ha küzd ellenséggel; Bal sors akit régen tép, Hozz rá víg esztendőt, Megbűnhődte már e nép A múltat s jövendőt! Őseinket felhozád Kárpát szent bércére, Általad nyert szép hazát Bendegúznak vére. S merre zúgnak habjai Tiszának, Dunának, Árpád hős magzatjai Felvirágozának. Értünk Kunság mezein Ért kalászt lengettél, Tokaj szőlővesszein Nektárt csepegtettél. Zászlónk gyakran plántálád Vad török sáncára, S nyögte Mátyás bús hadát Bécsnek büszke vára. Hajh, de bűneink miatt Gyúlt harag kebledben, S elsújtád villámidat Dörgő fellegedben, Most rabló mongol nyilát Zúgattad felettünk, Majd töröktől rabigát Vállainkra vettünk. Hányszor zengett ajkain Ozmán vad népének Vert hadunk csonthalmain Győzedelmi ének! Hányszor támadt tenfiad Szép hazám, kebledre, S lettél magzatod miatt Magzatod hamvvedre! Bújt az üldözött, s felé Kard nyúlt barlangjában, Szerte nézett s nem lelé Honját a hazában, Bércre hág és völgybe száll, Bú s kétség mellette, Vérözön lábainál, S lángtenger fölette. Vár állott, most kőhalom, Kedv s öröm röpkedtek, Halálhörgés, siralom Zajlik már helyettek. S ah, szabadság nem virúl A holtnak véréből, Kínzó rabság könnye hull Árvánk hő szeméből! Szánd meg Isten a magyart Kit vészek hányának, Nyújts feléje védő kart Tengerén kínjának. Bal sors akit régen tép, Hozz rá víg esztendőt, Megbűnhődte már e nép A múltat s jövendőt!

God, bless the Hungarian With good mood and prosperity, Extend to him a guarding arm When he struggles with his foes; To those long torn by ill fate Bring a cheerful year, This people has already paid for the sins Of the past and future! You brought our ancestors up Over the Carpathians' holy peaks Through You, a fair homeland was won By the bloodline of Bendeguz And wherever roars the foam of The Tisza and the Danube, The seeds of the hero Árpád Come to full flower. For us, on the meadows of the Cuman land, You made ripe ears of grain sway, On the vines of Tokaj You dripped sweet nectar. Our flag you often planted On the wild Turk's rampart, And so groaned under Mátyás' dark host The proud castle of Vienna. Ah, but for our sins Anger gathered in Your bosom And as you dispatched Your lightning In Your thundering heavens, Now the plundering Mongol's arrows You let hum above us, Then from the Turk, a captive's yoke We took upon our shoulders. How often came from the lips Of Osman's wild people Atop our beaten host's corpse piles A victorious song! How often did your own son aggress, My fair homeland, upon your breast, And you became, because of your offspring, Your own offspring's funeral urn! The fugitive hid, and towards him A sword reached, in his cave, Looking al about, he could not find His home in the homeland; He climbs the peak, descends the valley, Sorrow and doubt along with him, A deluge of blood at his feet, A sea of flame above him. A castle stood, now a heap of stones Happiness and joy fluttered away, Death groans, 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 our orphan! Pity, O Lord, the Hungarian, Who is tossed about by calamity, Extend to him a guarding arm On the sea of his suffering, To those long torn by ill fate Bring a cheerful year, This people has already paid for the sins Of the past and future! (Based on a translation by Laszlo Korossy.)

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. 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. 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. 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. 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! 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. '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. 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.

[ˈ iʃtɛn aːld mɛg ɒ ˈ mɒɟɒrt] [joː ˈ kɛdvɛl ˈ bøːʃeːgːɛl] [ɲuːjt͡ʃ ˈ fɛleːjɛ ˈ veːdøː kɒrt] [hɒ kyzd ˈ ɛlːɛnʃeːgːɛl] [bɒl ʃorʃ ˈ ɒkit ˈ reːgɛn teːp] [hozː raː viːg ˈ ɛstɛndøːt] [ˈ mɛgbyːnhøːtːɛ maːr ɛ neːp] [ɒ ˈ muːltɒt ˈ ʃjøvɛndøːt] [ˈ øːʃɛinkɛt ˈ fɛlhozaːd] [ˈ kaːrpaːt sɛnt ˈ beːrt͡seːrɛ] [ˈ aːltɒlɒd ɲɛrt seːp ˈ hɒzaːt] [ˈ bɛndɛguːznɒk ˈ veːrɛ] [ˈ ʃmɛrːɛ ˈ zuːgnɒk ˈhɒbjɒi] [ˈ tisaːnɒk ˈ dunaːnɒk] [ˈ aːrpaːd høːʃ ˈ mɒgsɒcːɒi] [ˈ fɛlviraːgozaːnɒk] [ˈ eːrtyŋk ˈ kunʃaːg ˈ mɛzɛin] [eːrt ˈ kɒlaːst ˈ lɛŋgɛtːeːl] [ˈ tokɒj ˈ søːløːvɛsːɛin] [ˈ nɛktaːrt ˈ t͡ʃɛpɛgtɛtːeːl] [ˈ zaːsloːŋk ˈ ɟɒkrɒn ˈ plaːntaːlaːd] [vɒd ˈtørøk ˈ ʃaːnt͡saːrɒ] [ˈ ʃɲøktɛ ˈ maːcaːʃ buːʃ ˈ hɒdaːt] [ˈ beːt͡ʃnɛk ˈ byskɛ ˈ vaːrɒ]

On May 7, 2006, a sculpture was inaugurated for Himnusz at Szarvas Square, Budakeszi, a small town close to Budapest. It was created by Mária V. Majzik, an artist with the Hungarian Heritage Award, depicting the full text of the poem in a circle, centered around a two metres high bronze figure of God, with 21 bronze bells in seven arches between eight pieces of stone, each four and a half metres high. The musical form of the poem can be played on the bells. The cost of its construction, 40 million forints (roughly 200,000 USD), was collected through public subscription.