In Budapest and everywhere you are,
speak out the solemn message of
your heart: cry love, love, love
even as you depart.
To the battering, to the hate,
to the lies, to the phosphorous
projectiles turn the burning word,
the stern word: let it be heard.
You who resist tyrants, do you
pity the victor—who mistakes you,
after all, for the enemy in his own
breast? Because we hear you cry love.
Cry love, cry love, cry love. cry.