Dalriada - Szondi két apródja (1+2) 

Woah, Hungarian Folk Metal!!!! respect from California

Ha a világon voltak próféták, akkor Arany János minden kétséget kizáróan közéjük tartozott. Ritka az a mű, ami közel 500 év történelmi távlatból és több mint 150 év irodalmi rögzítés utáni távlatból is teljes mértékben aktuális

Ballada tanulás, én így szeretlek! :))

Méltó zene Arany halhatatlan verséhez! A kitartás, a hősies helytállás örök példája! Tisztelet Szondi Györgynek!

...Mondjad neki, Márton, im ezt felelem: Kegyelmet uradtól nem vár soha Szondi, Jézusa kezében kész a kegyelem: Egyenest oda fog folyamodni... "`Go good father Marton, this is my response: Szondi never wanted mercy from your master - from the hands of Jesus flow true mercy's fonts; it's to Him I commend the disaster!' "

Szerintem a Kárpátiától a Busó rege c. dal például igenis igényes zeneileg, és szövegükben aztán tényleg nem lehet semmi kivetni való. Én mindkét együttest nagyon-nagyon szeretem, úgyhogy csak így tovább! Szebb jövőt minden magyarnak határon innen és túl!

Te vagy a Seregek Ura! Kérlek Segíts, Most! Látod a régmúltban Hőseinket! Látod-e Nemzetet!, most segítségül hívunk Téged!

üdvözlet Braziliából

Great music, greetings from Brazil

@2:28 This part of the song is amazingly intense! Like OMFG I love this Hungarian folk metal! 🤟🏻🤟🏻🤟🏻🤟🏻🤙🏻🤙🏻🎸🎸🎸🎸

Ó hát ez valami csodálatos! Épp most tanuljuk a művet, és hát sokkal jobb így. Előtte a Walesi Bárdokat vettük, jól szavalni nem olyan könnyű nekem... de bármikor eléneklem! ;)

The lyrics in English: The two pages of Szondi (English) The ruins of Dregel have sunk in the clouds The setting sun peers back, fight-worn is its red gaze, opposite, a gentle green-grassed hill of mounds with a spear and a flag that the wind frays. Two youths are kneeling with lutes in their hands - looks as if there were a cross struck to the spear's stem - with victory shouts proud Ali cheers his bands and he dances and praises and feasts them. "Szondi's two pages, why do they not come? Rose-bushes with angels' voice - they rhyme no fury - let them weave a wreath of songs here to become the bejewelled neck of a Houri." "See there, on the hill-top, next to the green mound the infidel captain's spear and flag they're guarding - there kneels your precious pair - and sweet is the sound of their lutes which they pluck with eyes smarting." "Then Marton, the priest of Nagyorosz climbed up, sent by Ali's haughty message as befriender: `Look, good Captain Szondi, you might as well give up; woman-born, you all die or surrender."' "Handsome troubadours, on this sad, barren mound by this cross and spear you've lost reason for chanting - come with me, where's dancing, honey, merry sound; you'll be dined there with sherbet and dancing." "`Go good father Marton, this is my response: Szondi never wanted mercy from your master - from the hands of Jesus flow true mercy's fonts; it's to Him I commend the disaster!' " "Palm-buds, figs and sherbet, all the south's rich fruit all that grows and ripens in lands of the Sultan - sweetly scented spices, balm, fragrance acute, come on! Join Ali's feast, quit the sulking!" "`Let the canons roar, then!' heathen Ali speaks; bombs shower on Dregel, hailstorming grenades fall - hell's fiery legions rise to scale the peaks hammering at the fortress' stone wall." "Gentlemen handsome, the sun's gone to sleep, over its shoulders are red robes of a kaftan; wind strikes up the wood-stems, moon spies through the deep, chilly night swishes o'er the dead captain." "On the fortress' square all the silver and gold Szondi has them build a treasure-pyre mighty; with dagger in hand he must, fearless and bold, put to death every whinnying palfrey." "Well then, what of it now, so good Szondi fell. ...Ali acted nobly... Gave him a hero's rest. He rests on the hilltop - this is what befell - Start singing of Ali! Give him your songs' very best!" "Well... he had two minstrels, a pair of orphaned boys, clad them in the best clothes, velvety and soft-hued, he would not allow them to die in garments soiled so they mourn ... feeling sad, over-valued." "He sent us to Ali... `Ali's lavish, Ali's good, harsh sun will not darken your fair faces with him - you'll sleep in his tent - there's no wind, but good food, come on boys, pay your accolades to him!"' "Szondi fought with thousands! Alone, he, and in vain! Holding off the ruin with his own back merely - armies fell in droves by his mighty sword slain in his left hand his hauberk shone fiercely..." "True... He fought like Rustem' - it can't be denied - though his knees and sinews by our guns were broken, true... I saw the fight... But stop! Ali will chide, and his wrath must not vainly be woken!" "Like crops fell the corpses, the Turks fell or fled, littering the valley like landfill all gory. He stood on the blood-soaked peak of his death and awaited his own end with glory." "Well, when will you stop? Won't you come to an end whimpering the praises of your clumsy leader? To hell with you bastards! To our whip you will bend and you'll languish in Lord Ali's slammer!" Let his eyes run dry that butchered such a lord wither, O God, the arms that halted Szondi's darting, spare mercy, O God, on none who could afford be the cause of his early departing. Translated by Makkai, Adam

2020 and I continue to support. Big up from Italy

én meg mos hallottam erről az együttesről először, szerintem nagyon jó zene, igényes, dallamos, szép :)

Waaaah, imádom! Szeretem az együttest, szeretem a verset, szeretem a végvári küzdelmeket. Arany és a Dalriada így együtt zseniális!!!

Annyira szép a vers szóhasználata!

All hail to Szondi!!

Isten király ez a szám,az előttem szólóhoz csatlakozva Arany és a Dalriada zseniális!!!!

I don't understand anything that you guys are saying in the comments, but this song is awesome c:

Istenünk! Óvd és Védd Magyarországot! mindenektől!

Imádom a mai napig! ❤

Köszönöm hogy felraktad a videót! Már egy ideje követem a Dalriadát, és tényleg nagyon nagy segítséget nyújtanak pl. az Arany- versek tanulásában!

Nagyon király jobb nem is lehetne!

Jebitne, pozdrawiam was przyjaciele Madziary ^^

Напишу по-русски. Команда Далриада делает очень качественную музыку.

@Dalriada Sizi çok seviyorum parça harika türkiye'den macaristan'a sevgiler ı love HUNgary

A régebbi verzió nekem jobban tetszett. Boldog szülinapot, Arany Jani!

after some russki metal my whole youtube went cyril xD but it also guided me to dalriada!! thx for that

It's easy, everybody love this! :P

Kedvencem! Nem hiába húztam Aranyt az érettségin és nem hiába ezt a verset választottam :)

Tiszta Ensiferum :D nem félreérteni, dícséretnek szánom

a magyar folk metál a legszebb :PPP

Irodalmon hallotam ellosszor, es most olyan kurva fulbemaszo es imadom😭🫶

Szuper bestiális

I think this is really nice. I like this band a lot but I hadn't heard this yet.

Király

Aki fikázta a kárpátiát, azzal hogy mit tanit, annak üzenem, hogy azzal hogy bemenetelünk kolozsvárra és visszavesszük azt ami minket illet,az nem azt jelenti, hogy minden oláht kivégzünk lol :DD Abban egyetértek viszont hogy a DALRIADA fényévekkel előbbre van zeneileg mint a Káprátia :D

„Szép úrfiak! immár e puszta halom, E kopja tövén nincs mér' zengeni többet: Jertek velem, ottlenn áll nagy vigalom, Odalenn vár mézizü sörbet. -" Vajon ez a versszak szándékosan maradt ki?

Nagyon jó, hogy TomajKhan felrakta egybe a számot, hiszen Arany sem két részbe írta a versét. :D

ne bantsatok egymast magyar testverek

Ismérék égy hélyét ahol ném csak pofázni léhét a hősiésségről

❤️

Ezért még sok-sok diák hálás lessz.

naprawde zajebista nuta pozdrawiam wegry

5:13 "`Go good father Marton, this is my response: Szondi never wanted mercy from your master - from the hands of Jesus flow true mercy's fonts; it's to Him I commend the disaster!' "

0:59

Zajebiste lml

The two pages of Szondi (English) The ruins of Dregel have sunk in the clouds The setting sun peers back, fight-worn is its red gaze, opposite, a gentle green-grassed hill of mounds with a spear and a flag that the wind frays. Two youths are kneeling with lutes in their hands - looks as if there were a cross struck to the spear's stem - with victory shouts proud Ali cheers his bands and he dances and praises and feasts them. "Szondi's two pages, why do they not come? Rose-bushes with angels' voice - they rhyme no fury - let them weave a wreath of songs here to become the bejewelled neck of a Houri." "See there, on the hill-top, next to the green mound the infidel captain's spear and flag they're guarding - there kneels your precious pair - and sweet is the sound of their lutes which they pluck with eyes smarting." "Then Marton, the priest of Nagyorosz climbed up, sent by Ali's haughty message as befriender: `Look, good Captain Szondi, you might as well give up; woman-born, you all die or surrender."' "Handsome troubadours, on this sad, barren mound by this cross and spear you've lost reason for chanting - come with me, where's dancing, honey, merry sound; you'll be dined there with sherbet and dancing." "`Go good father Marton, this is my response: Szondi never wanted mercy from your master - from the hands of Jesus flow true mercy's fonts; it's to Him I commend the disaster!' " "Palm-buds, figs and sherbet, all the south's rich fruit all that grows and ripens in lands of the Sultan - sweetly scented spices, balm, fragrance acute, come on! Join Ali's feast, quit the sulking!" "`Let the canons roar, then!' heathen Ali speaks; bombs shower on Dregel, hailstorming grenades fall - hell's fiery legions rise to scale the peaks hammering at the fortress' stone wall." "Gentlemen handsome, the sun's gone to sleep, over its shoulders are red robes of a kaftan; wind strikes up the wood-stems, moon spies through the deep, chilly night swishes o'er the dead captain." "On the fortress' square all the silver and gold Szondi has them build a treasure-pyre mighty; with dagger in hand he must, fearless and bold, put to death every whinnying palfrey." "Well then, what of it now, so good Szondi fell. ...Ali acted nobly... Gave him a hero's rest. He rests on the hilltop - this is what befell - Start singing of Ali! Give him your songs' very best!" "Well... he had two minstrels, a pair of orphaned boys, clad them in the best clothes, velvety and soft-hued, he would not allow them to die in garments soiled so they mourn ... feeling sad, over-valued." "He sent us to Ali... `Ali's lavish, Ali's good, harsh sun will not darken your fair faces with him - you'll sleep in his tent - there's no wind, but good food, come on boys, pay your accolades to him!"' "Szondi fought with thousands! Alone, he, and in vain! Holding off the ruin with his own back merely - armies fell in droves by his mighty sword slain in his left hand his hauberk shone fiercely..." "True... He fought like Rustem' - it can't be denied - though his knees and sinews by our guns were broken, true... I saw the fight... But stop! Ali will chide, and his wrath must not vainly be woken!" "Like crops fell the corpses, the Turks fell or fled, littering the valley like landfill all gory. He stood on the blood-soaked peak of his death and awaited his own end with glory." "Well, when will you stop? Won't you come to an end whimpering the praises of your clumsy leader? To hell with you bastards! To our whip you will bend and you'll languish in Lord Ali's slammer!" Let his eyes run dry that butchered such a lord wither, O God, the arms that halted Szondi's darting, spare mercy, O God, on none who could afford be the cause of his early departing. www.visegradliterature.net/works/hu/Arany_J%C3%A1nos-1817/Szondi_k%C3%A9t_apr%C3%B3dja/en/1972-The_two_pages_of_Szondi

Az eredetiből és ebből is kimaradt egy-egy versszak.

Fura

DU CARALHUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

De gyűlöltem ezt a verset amikor tanultuk

bár kicsit emlékeztet az ensiferum valalmeik zenéjére de csak kicsit az meg nem baj

Oszinte leszek. Nem szeretem se oket, sem a Karpatiat... (Magyarant mert ugye magyarorszaghoz kotheto mind2, es ez engem nem igazan erdekel) De ra kellett magam szannom, meg par eve, hogy ezt hallgassam mert feleles volt belole:D Hat igen... Ezt az egy szamot azota is hallgatom xD