Course XI - Teaching 6: STABAT MATER
Stabat Mater dolorosa
Juxta crucem lacrimosa
Dum pendebat Fillius
Cujus animam gementem
Contristatam et dolentem
Pertransivit gladius
O quam tristis et afflicta
Fuit illa benedicta
¡Mater Unigeniti!
Quae moerebat, et dolebat
Pia Mater dum videbat
Nati poenas inclyti
¿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 natu vulnerati,
Tam dignati pro me pati,
Poenas mecum divide
Fac me tecum pie flere
Crucifixo condolere
Donec ego vixero
Juxta crucem tecum stare,
Et me tibi sociare,
In planctu desidero.
¡Virgo virginum praeclara!
Mihi jam 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 Filli
Flammis ne urar succensus
Per te, Virgo, sim defensus
In die judicii
Christe, cum sit hinc exire
Da per Matrem venire
Ad palmam victoriae
Quando corpus morietur
Fac ut animae donetur
Paradisi gloria. Amen.
Translation:
The pious Mother
weeps close to the Cross
where her Son is suspended
And her sad, tearful soul
suffers as if she were transfixed
by a fierce knife.
Oh how sad and afflicted
the blessed Mother looked,
so full of torments!
As she sadly observed
And looked at the pain
Of her beloved Son.
But perchance will not a man weep
Seeing the Mother of Christ
In such sorrow?
And, oh pious Mother, who would not
feel sad if looked at you
subject to such rigor?
The sweet Mother saw Jesus
in so deep torment
for the sins of the world.
She saw her beloved dying Son
who helplessly rendered
the spirit to his Father.
Oh Mother, fountain of love!
Make me feel your sorrow,
and I will weep with you.
So my beloved Christ
embraced by my heart
will live more in him than with me.
And to encourage me to love him,
engrave on my heart
his wounds
and now divide,
Lady, with me
those wounds that he suffered for me
Make me weep with you
and truly feel pity
for his pains for life.
Because I wish to be
with your compassionate heart
on the cross where I see him.
Virgins of holy virgins!
May my tears be so eager
that my weeping be sweet to me.
And may his passion and death
has in my soul this luck:
always to see his pains.
Make me fall in love with his Cross,
to live and dwell on it,
as a signal of my faith and love.
May they be fervent and fiery,
defending me with you
in the Last Judgment day.
May Christ’s death
protect me when my life and soul
face this heavy critical moment.
And as my body is quiet,
may my soul go
to his eternal glory. So be it.
