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Fletcher, John: Dal dicsérjen, Pán atyánk! (Sing His Praises in Hungarian)

Portre of Fletcher, John

Sing His Praises (English)

Sing his praises that doth keep

Our flocks from harm,

Pan, the father of our sheep;

And arm in arm

Tread we softly in a round,

Whilst the hollow murmuring ground

Fills the music with her sound.

 

Pan, oh, great god Pan, to thee

Thus do we sing!

Thou that keep'st us chaste and free

As the young spring;

Ever be thy honor spoke,

From that place the morn is broke,

To that place day doth unyoke!



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Dal dicsérjen, Pán atyánk! (Hungarian)

Dal dicsérjen, Pán atyánk!

Óvd meg épen

nyájainkat s nézz le ránk!

Kéz a kézben

táncos néped itt kereng,

míg a völgy s a szikla fent

kórusunkra visszazeng.

 

Pán, nagy isten, dalt fakassz

minden ajkon!

Szívünk, mint az új tavasz,

friss maradjon!

Váltig zengjük éneked,

s Napnyugat és Napkelet

visszhangozza nagy neved!



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