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P. 77. 1736. Giovanni Battista Pergolesi.
Sabina Puértolas, Vivica Genaux. Les Talens Lyriques — Christophe Rousset.
Stabat mater dolorósa
juxta Crucem lacrimósa,
dum pendébat Fílius.
Cuius ánimam geméntem,
contristántem et doléntem
pertransívit gládius.
O quam tristis et afflícta
fuit illa benedícta,
mater Unigéniti!
Quae mœrébat et dolébat,
pia Mater, dum vidébat
nati pœnas ínclyti.
Quis est homo qui non fleret,
matrem Christi si vidéret
in tanto supplício?
Quis non posset contristári
Christi Matrem contemplári
doléntem cum Fílio?
Pro peccátis suæ gentis
vidit Jésum in torméntis,
et flagéllis súbditum.
Vidit suum dulcem Natum
moriéndo desolátum,
dum emísit spíritum.
Eja, Mater, fons amóris
me sentíre vim dolóris
fac, ut tecum lúgeam.
Fac, ut árdeat cor meum
in amándo Christum Deum
ut sibi compláceam.
Sancta Mater, istud agas,
crucifíxi fige plagas
cordi meo válide.
Tui Nati vulneráti,
tam dignáti pro me pati,
pœnas mecum dívide.
Fac me tecum pie flere,
crucifíxo condolére,
donec ego víxero.
Juxta Crucem tecum stare,
et me tibi sociáre
in planctu desídero.
Virgo vírginum præclára,
mihi iam non sis amára,
fac me tecum plángere.
Fac ut portem Christi mortem,
passiónis fac consórtem,
et plagas recólere.
Fac me plagis vulnerári,
fac me Cruce inebriári,
et cruóre Fílii.
Flammis ne urar succénsus,
per te, Virgo, sim defénsus
in die iudícii.
Christe, cum sit hinc exire,
da per Matrem me veníre
ad palmam victóriæ.
Quando corpus moriétur,
fac, ut ánimæ donétur
paradísi glória.
Amen.
The sorrowful mother was standing
beside the Cross weeping,
while the Son was hanging.
Whose moaning soul,
depressed and grieving,
the sword has passed through.
O how sad and stricken
was that blessed woman,
mother of the Only-begotten one!
Who was mourning and suffering,
the pious Mother, while she was watching
the punishments of the glorious son.
Who is the person who would not weep,
if he had seen the mother of Christ
in such great suffering?
Who would not be able to be saddened
to behold the Mother of Christ
grieving with the Son?
For the sins of his people
she saw Jesus in torments,
and subjected to lashes.
She saw her sweet Son
dying forsaken,
while he sent forth his spirit.
Come now, O Mother, fountain of love
Make me feel the power of sorrow
that I might mourn with you.
Grant that my heart may burn
in loving Christ the God
that I might please him.
O Holy Mother, may you do that,
fix the wounds of the cross
mightily in my heart.
Of your wounded son,
who so deigned to suffer for me,
Share his penalties with me.
Make me cry dutifully with you,
to suffer with him on the cross,
as long as I shall have lived.
To stand by the Cross with you,
to unite me to you
in weeping this I desire.
O noble Virgin of virgins,
Be not bitter with me now,
Make me mourn with you.
Grant that I might bear the death of Christ,
Make me kindred in the passion,
and contemplate the wounds.
Make me injured by the wounds,
make me drunken by the Cross,
and by the blood of the Son.
Lest I be consumed burned by flames,
through you, O Virgin, may I be defended
on the day of judgement.
O Christ, when it is time to depart hence,
grant me to come through the Mother,
to the palm of victory.
When the body will decay,
grant that it may be bestowed on my soul
the glory of paradise.
Amen.
P. 77. 1736. Giovanni Battista Pergolesi.
Sabina Puértolas, Vivica Genaux. Les Talens Lyriques — Christophe Rousset.
Stabat mater dolorósa
juxta Crucem lacrimósa,
dum pendébat Fílius.
Cuius ánimam geméntem,
contristántem et doléntem
pertransívit gládius.
O quam tristis et afflícta
fuit illa benedícta,
mater Unigéniti!
Quae mœrébat et dolébat,
pia Mater, dum vidébat
nati pœnas ínclyti.
Quis est homo qui non fleret,
matrem Christi si vidéret
in tanto supplício?
Quis non posset contristári
Christi Matrem contemplári
doléntem cum Fílio?
Pro peccátis suæ gentis
vidit Jésum in torméntis,
et flagéllis súbditum.
Vidit suum dulcem Natum
moriéndo desolátum,
dum emísit spíritum.
Eja, Mater, fons amóris
me sentíre vim dolóris
fac, ut tecum lúgeam.
Fac, ut árdeat cor meum
in amándo Christum Deum
ut sibi compláceam.
Sancta Mater, istud agas,
crucifíxi fige plagas
cordi meo válide.
Tui Nati vulneráti,
tam dignáti pro me pati,
pœnas mecum dívide.
Fac me tecum pie flere,
crucifíxo condolére,
donec ego víxero.
Juxta Crucem tecum stare,
et me tibi sociáre
in planctu desídero.
Virgo vírginum præclára,
mihi iam non sis amára,
fac me tecum plángere.
Fac ut portem Christi mortem,
passiónis fac consórtem,
et plagas recólere.
Fac me plagis vulnerári,
fac me Cruce inebriári,
et cruóre Fílii.
Flammis ne urar succénsus,
per te, Virgo, sim defénsus
in die iudícii.
Christe, cum sit hinc exire,
da per Matrem me veníre
ad palmam victóriæ.
Quando corpus moriétur,
fac, ut ánimæ donétur
paradísi glória.
Amen.
The sorrowful mother was standing
beside the Cross weeping,
while the Son was hanging.
Whose moaning soul,
depressed and grieving,
the sword has passed through.
O how sad and stricken
was that blessed woman,
mother of the Only-begotten one!
Who was mourning and suffering,
the pious Mother, while she was watching
the punishments of the glorious son.
Who is the person who would not weep,
if he had seen the mother of Christ
in such great suffering?
Who would not be able to be saddened
to behold the Mother of Christ
grieving with the Son?
For the sins of his people
she saw Jesus in torments,
and subjected to lashes.
She saw her sweet Son
dying forsaken,
while he sent forth his spirit.
Come now, O Mother, fountain of love
Make me feel the power of sorrow
that I might mourn with you.
Grant that my heart may burn
in loving Christ the God
that I might please him.
O Holy Mother, may you do that,
fix the wounds of the cross
mightily in my heart.
Of your wounded son,
who so deigned to suffer for me,
Share his penalties with me.
Make me cry dutifully with you,
to suffer with him on the cross,
as long as I shall have lived.
To stand by the Cross with you,
to unite me to you
in weeping this I desire.
O noble Virgin of virgins,
Be not bitter with me now,
Make me mourn with you.
Grant that I might bear the death of Christ,
Make me kindred in the passion,
and contemplate the wounds.
Make me injured by the wounds,
make me drunken by the Cross,
and by the blood of the Son.
Lest I be consumed burned by flames,
through you, O Virgin, may I be defended
on the day of judgement.
O Christ, when it is time to depart hence,
grant me to come through the Mother,
to the palm of victory.
When the body will decay,
grant that it may be bestowed on my soul
the glory of paradise.
Amen.
