Joseph Mary Plunkett: Piros v�r�t r�zs�n l�tom

Piros v�r�t r�zs�n l�tom,

Szeme a csillagokban l�ngra gy�l,

� ragyog az �r�k h�hat�ron,

S k�nnye az �gb�l hull.

Arc�t l�tom, hol vir�g van,

Mennyd�rg�s �s mad�rdal hallatszik,

- Az � hangja! �s v�sett szikl�kban

�rott szav�t �rzik.

�v� minden f�radt �sv�ny,

Sz�ve dobban a tengert kavarva,

Koron�ja ott van minden t�sk�n,

S keresztje minden fa.

I See His Blood upon the Rose

I see his blood upon the rose
And in the stars the glory of his eyes,
His body gleams amid eternal snows,
His tears fall from the skies.

I see his face in every flower;
The thunder and the singing of the birds
Are but his voice -- and carven by his power
Rocks are his written words.

All pathways by his feet are worn,
His strong heart stirs the ever-beating sea,
His crown of thorns is twined with every thorn,
His cross is every tree.