A béke rózsája 

Ha Mihály, Isten vezére,

Hol Pokol Mennybe ér,

Ég-kapuból terád nézne:

Tetteit feledné.

Nem érdekelné a dolga,

Sem pedig háborúk;

Ám fonna szép homlokodra

Egy csillagkoszorút.

És minden nép
téged dicsér,

Meg sok fehér csillag,

Szelíden, hol az Isten él,

Mind-mind arra ballag;



S inti az Úr hadát csendre,

Béke lenne végül,

Rózsás nyugalom teremne:

Menny s Pokol kibékül.

The Rose of Peace

IF Michael, leader of God's host
When Heaven and Hell are met,
Looked down on you from Heaven's door-post
He would his deeds forget.

Brooding no more upon God's wars
In his divine homestead,
He would go weave out of the stars
A chaplet for your head.

And all folk seeing him bow down,
And white stars tell your praise,
Would come at last to God's great town,
Led on by gentle ways;

And God would bid His warfare cease,
Saying all things were well;
And softly make a rosy peace,
A peace of Heaven with Hell.