For how can you truly love the motherland, wishing as you do to achieve something quite different from what she wishes, what she yearns for; how can you love your motherland, when the peace of so many millions who speak not your tongue is to you a plaything, with which you toy according to your fancy? The motherland does not wish this, the motherland does not desire this, but you do, demanding it while abusing her name in its support, you vile, reckless ones!
A soldier’s duty is to train under arms and stand guard at fortress and city, at his appointed station. However, you wish to make soldiers over into language teachers, establishing a new school such as never has been before, such as might only serve Magyar interests.
The King pays his soldiers, not you — and he, the King, shall be t
