The Magyar Messiahs - Poem by Endre Ady
More bitter is our weeping,
different the griefs that try us.
A thousand times Messiahs
are the Magyar Messiahs.
A thousand times they perish,
unblest their crucifixition,
for vain was their affliction,
oh, vain was their affliction.
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