I once asked the raven, Turul,
“what became of old Arpad
and his seven tribes?”
He would not answer, so I
invited him to my home for a feast.
I thought to loosen his tongue
with good food and stronger wine.
After we’d eaten,
laughed, and drunk wine,
he did speak:
“’What happened to Arpad
and his seven tribes?’ you ask;
‘I know the Duna; she
swallowed them in stride.’”