Paroles et traduction Giovanni Battista Pergolesi - Stabat mater: Stabat mater

Stabat mater: Stabat mater

Stabat Mater dolorosa
Juxta crucem lacrimosa
Dum pendebat Filius.
Cuius animam gementem,
Contristatam et dolentem,
Pertransivit gladius.
O quam tristis et afflicta
Fuit illa benedicta
Mater Unigeniti.
Quæ mœrebat et dolebat,
Pia Mater cum videbat
Nati pœnas 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 suæ gentis
Vidit Iesum in tormentis
Et flagellis subditum.
Vidit suum dulcem natum
Morientem 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,
Pœnas 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 præclara,
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 animæ donetur
Paradisi gloria.
Amen! In sempiterna sæcula. Amen

Stabat mater: Stabat mater

The grieving Mother stood
Weeping near the cross
While her Son hung there.
Whose soul, sighing,
Saddened and aching,
A sword pierced through.
Oh, how sad and afflicted
Was that blessed one,
Mother of the Only Begotten.
Who mourned and grieved,
The pious Mother when she saw
The pains of her glorious Son.
Who is the man who would not weep,
If he saw the Mother of Christ
In such torment?
Who would not be saddened,
To contemplate the Mother of Christ
Grieving with her Son?
For the sins of His people,
She saw Jesus in torments
And subjected to scourges.
She saw her sweet Son
Dying desolate,
As He gave up His spirit.
Oh Mother, fountain of love,
Make me feel the force of sorrow,
So that I may grieve with you.
Make my heart burn
In loving Christ God,
So that I may please Him.
Holy Mother, do this,
Fix the wounds of the Crucified
Strongly in my heart.
Of your wounded Son,
Who deigned to suffer for me,
Share the pains with me.
Make me weep piously with you,
To grieve with the Crucified,
As long as I live.
To stand with you near the cross,
And to associate myself with you
In mourning, I desire.
Virgin of virgins, most renowned,
Do not be bitter to me now:
Make me weep with you.
Make me bear the death of Christ,
Make me a partaker of His passion,
And recall His wounds.
Make me be wounded by His wounds,
Make me be inebriated by the cross,
And by the blood of the Son.
Lest I be burned by the flames,
Through you, Virgin, may I be defended
On the day of judgment.
Christ, when it is time to depart from here,
Grant that through your Mother I may come
To the palm of victory.
When my body dies,
Grant that my soul may be given
The glory of Paradise.
Amen! Forever and ever. Amen