Joseph Mary Plunkett: Az �j J�d�s

Eg�sz nap �rulni T�ged

- Ezt v�gytam, - s mentem piacra,

Becser�lni sz�z aranyra,

S l�m! Nem fizett�k meg.

A harminc ez�st s�rva k�rt,

Hogy k�rjem az �si �rat,

- Oldalad, k�t kezed s l�bad -

Hat p�nzt minden seb�rt.

Koron�val �s kereszttel,

Mindent k�rnek, �m nem adom!

Nincs alku, mert k�r a haszon,

Krisztus, nem adlak el!

The New Judas

Thee, Christ, I sought to sell all day
And hurried to the mart to hold
A hundred heavy coins of gold
And lo! they would not pay.

But thirty pieces of silver cried
(Thine ancient price), and I agreed,
Six for each of the wounds that bleed
In hands and feet and side.

Including cross and crown, we priced,
Is now their claim and I refuse,
I will not bargain all to lose,
I will not sell Thee, Christ!