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Ah, where are you, the shining star of the Hungarians?
Song
1. Ah, where are you, shining star of the Hungarians,
Who were you once the patron saint of our country.
2. Where are you, King Stephen, Hungarians wish you,
In mourning clothes, weeping before you.
3. Remembering you, our tears flow,
Our sad eyes are dewy with sorrow.
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4. His unceasingly heroic arms languish,
His terrible eyes never cease from weeping.
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5. Pannonia was a flowery garden,
Which garden the Virgin Mary faithfully tended.
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6. She was the beautiful flower of the Catholic faith,
Her joyful day was darkened.
7. We pray before you, your sad Hungarian sons,
We pray to you, your orphaned remnants.
8. Look, King Stephen, upon your sad homeland,
Turn your eyes to your old country.
9. Our hope is in you, Mary,
As in her queen, who calls our Hungarian homeland.
10. While you were still alive, you offered us to this,
You sacrificed us together with this holy crown.
Who were you once the patron saint of our country.
2. Where are you, King Stephen, Hungarians wish you,
In mourning clothes, weeping before you.
3. Remembering you, our tears flow,
Our sad eyes are dewy with sorrow.
 ,
4. His unceasingly heroic arms languish,
His terrible eyes never cease from weeping.
 ,
5. Pannonia was a flowery garden,
Which garden the Virgin Mary faithfully tended.
 ,
6. She was the beautiful flower of the Catholic faith,
Her joyful day was darkened.
7. We pray before you, your sad Hungarian sons,
We pray to you, your orphaned remnants.
8. Look, King Stephen, upon your sad homeland,
Turn your eyes to your old country.
9. Our hope is in you, Mary,
As in her queen, who calls our Hungarian homeland.
10. While you were still alive, you offered us to this,
You sacrificed us together with this holy crown.