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The World's Worst Anthem....

PostPosted: Sun Apr 02, 2017 9:53 pm
by NormanD
I was in discussion with a friend the other night about the worst national anthem. In my view, there's no contest as I think they all stink, I have little time for any kind of nationalist sentiment that asserts the superiority of one land above all others, or invokes the name of him upstairs in blessing it with sunshine and water. Some are undoubtedly musically stirring, such as France's, but even that is based around blood and battlefields, etc.

My friend's view was that Hungary's anthem was indeed the worst. Melodically, it's a minor key drear, and lyrically it's all about the fates of the past that will continue on the heads of future generations because of the sins of the present. I print them below, and indeed that is the case: not exactly optimistic. Have a read, and then check the audio link, but I don't especially advise you to. I'd like to encourage responses, but after reading the words you might not feel like doing too much. I'd suggest you become an internationalist, or a citizen of Freedonia.

"From the rough centuries of the Hungarian people" (National Anthem of Hungary)

O Lord, 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!

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

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."

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.

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 agress
My homeland, upon your breast,
And you became because of your own sons
Your own sons' funeral urn!

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.

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!

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!

Re: The World's Worst Anthem....

PostPosted: Tue Apr 04, 2017 7:15 pm
by alister prince
Well Norman, there are a few verses to cheer even the hardest of souls! I suspect the composer had downed a couple of bottles of Zwacks' finest and was sobbing into their
Gulyasleves as they wrote. There is a country (South American?) that has an anthem that doesn't have words. This saves those embarrassing scenes at the beginning of international football matches and other such events, were the participants struggle to look as if they are singing along.