STABAT MATER (Jacopone da Todi - Juan Trip')


AT THE CROSS HER STATION KEEPING
STOOD THE MOURNFUL MOTHER WEEPING
CLOSE TO JESUS TO THE LAST
THROUGH HER HEART HIS SORROW SHARING!

ALL HIS BITTER ANGUISH BEARING
NOW AT LENGTH THE SWORD HAD PASSED
OH HOW SAD AND SORE DISTRESS'D
WAS THAT MOTHER HIGHLY BLEST

OF THE SOLE-BEGOTTEN ONE
CHRIST ABOVE IN TORMENT HANGS
SHE BENEATH BEHOLDS THE PANGS
OF HER DYING GLORIOUS SON!

IS THERE ONE WHO WOULD NOT WEEP
WHELM'D IN MISERIES SO DEEP
CHRIST'S DEAR MOTHER TO BEHOLD
CAN THE HUMAN HEART REFRAIN!

FROM PARTAKING IN HER PAIN
IN THAT MOTHER'S PAIN UNTOLD
BRUIS'D DERIDED CURS'D DEFIL'D
SHE BEHELD HER TENDER CHILD!

ALL WITH BLOODY SCOURGES RENT
FOR THE SINS OF HIS OWN NATION
SAW HIM HANG IN DESOLATION
TILL HIS SPIRIT FORTH HE SENT

O THOU MOTHER! FOUNT OF LOVE
TOUCH MY SPIRIT FROM ABOVE
MAKE MY HEART WITH THINE ACCORD
MAKE ME FEEL AS THOU HAST FELT

MAKE MY SOUL TO GLOW AND MELT
WITH THE LOVE OF CHRIST OUR LORD
HOLY MOTHER! PIERCE ME THROUGH
IN MY HEART EACH WOUND RENEW

...

OF MY SAVIOUR CRUCIFIED
LET ME SHARE WITH THEE HIS PAIN
WHO FOR ALL MY SINS WAS SLAIN
WHO FOR ME IN TORMENTS DIED!

LET ME MINGLE TEARS WITH THEE
MOURNING HIM WHO MOURN'D FOR ME
ALL THE DAYS THAT I MAY LIVE
BY THE CROSS WITH THEE TO STAY!

THERE WITH THEE TO WEEP AND PRAY
IS ALL I ASK OF THEE TO GIVE
VIRGIN OF ALL VIRGINS BEST
LISTEN TO MY FOND REQUEST

LET ME SHARE THY GRIEF DIVINE
LET ME, TO MY LATEST BREATH
IN MY BODY BEAR THE DEATH
OF THAT DYING SON OF THINE

WOUNDED WITH HIS EVERY WOUND
STEEP MY SOUL TILL IT HAS SWOON'D
IN HIS VERY BLOOD AWAY
BE TO ME, O VIRGIN, NIGH

LEST IN FLAMES I BURN AND DIE
IN HIS AWFUL JUDGMENT DAY
CHRIST, WHEN THOU SHALT CALL ME HENCE
BE THY MOTHER MY DEFENCE

BE THY CROSS MY VICTORY
WHILE MY BODY HERE DECAYS
MAY MY SOUL THY GOODNESS PRAISE
SAFE IN PARADISE WITH THEE!

AMEN.

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IN LATIN ( Jacopone da Todi )

Stabat mater dolorosa, juxta Crucem lacrimosa,
dum pendebat Filius,, Cuyus animam gementem,

contristatam et dolentem, pertransivit gladius,
O quam tristis et afflicta, fuit illa benedicta

Mater Unigeniti,, Quae moerebat et dolebat,
Pia Mater cum videbat, Nati poenas incliti,

Quis est homo qui non fleret, Matrem Christi si videret
in tanto supplicio?, Quis non posset contristari,

Christi Matrem contemplari, dolentem cum Filio?
Pro peccatis suae gentis, vidit Jesum in tormentis

et flagellis subditum,, Vidit suum dulcem natum
moriendo desolatum, dum emisit spiritum,

Eia Mater, fons amoris, me sentire vim doloris
fac, ut tecum lugeam,, Fac ut ardeat cor meum

in amando Christum Deum, ut sibi complaceam,
Sancta mater, istud agas, crucifixi fige plagas

cordi meo valide,, Tui nati vulnerati,
tam dignati pro me pati, poenas mecum divide,

Fac me tecum pie flere, crucifixo condolere,
donec ego vixero,, Iuxta crucem tecum stare,

et me tibi sociare, in planctu desidero,
Virgo virginum praeclara, mihi iam non sis amara:

fac me tecum plangere,, Fac ut portem Christi mortem,
passionis fac consortem, et plagas recolere,

Fac me plagis vulnerari, fac me cruce inebriari,
et cruore Filii,, Flammis ne urar succensus

per te Virgo, sim defensus, in die judicii
Christe, cum sit hinc exire, da per matrem me venire

ad palmam victoriae,, Quando corpus morietur,
fac ut animae donetur, Paradisi gloria,

Amen.