Angel from the Heaven…

b_300_300_16777215_00_images_stories_Igaz_Tortenelem_22712168_1528917523850527_7597388734283696815_o.jpgAngel from the Heaven, go with haste
To the festering - frosty Budapest
There, between the Russian tanks
The bells are silent.
Where Christmas isn't bright.
There aren't any golden nuts on the trees,
There is nothing else than, frost, shivering, hunger.
Tell them, so that they can understand!
Speak loudly in the night:
Angel, deliver message of a miracle!
Flap your wings quickly,
Fly, swiftly, because they're waiting.
Don't tell them about the world,
Where candles are burning,
Tables are full in warm houses,
Cleric cheers with fair words
Flimsy is whispering, gift,
Wise words are deliberating, smart design,
Sparkler is sparking on the trees,
Angel, now You speak of miracle!
Tell this, because this is the wonder of the world:
A poor nation's Christmas tree in the
Silent Night it began to be on fire
And now a lot make a sign of the cross.
Continents people just watch, and watch,
Some understand it, some of them don't.
They are thinking, this is too much for thousands.
They are praying or shuddering,
Because something else hangs on the tree, not candy:
Christ of folks, Hungary!
And a lot of passes by:
The soldier, who poked him in the heart,
The Farizeus, who sold it,
Who denied, three times.
He dipped his hand in the same bowl,
Wanted to sale it for thirty silver coins
And while he abused Him,
Hit Him, accused Him:
Now the people just stand and stare,
But nobody can say nothing to Him.
Because He doesnt says nothing, neither is accusing,
Stares, like Christ from the cross.
This Christmas tree is very odd,
Devil brought it, or Angel brought it,
Who cast die on His robe,
They don't know what are they doing,
They just suspect it
The secret of this night,
Because this is one odd Christmas:
The Hungarian nation hangs on those trees.
And the world speaks of a miracle,
Clerics speaks of bravery.
The state man starts it,
The holy Pope blesses him.
And every folk, and orders
Now questioning, why this had to happen.
Why didn't they extinctioned as others wanted?
Why didn't they just waited the end of it?
Why, how the sky opened,
A nation sad: Enough!
These people do not understand,
What has rised like the sea?
Why did world orders shaken?
A nation shouted. Then silenced.
But now a lot of them asks: What happened?
Who did make law out of bone, and flesh?
And more of them asks
Stammerly, because they really don't understand
Them, who inherited:
Is freedom this big?
Angel, deliver the message from the sky,
They will be always new life out of blood.
They met each other sometimes
The child, the donkey, and the shepherd
In the litter, next to the manger,
If life gives birth,
They still guard the miracle,
They stand guard with their breath,
Because the star is bright, the dawn shatters,
Tell them: angel from the Heaven
Márai Sándor