Paroles et traduction Johanne Blouin - Stabat Mater

Stabat Mater

Stabat Mater speciosa
Iuxta foenum gaudiosa
Dum iacebat parvulus
Cuius animam gaudentem
Laetabundam et ferventem
Pertransivit iubilus
O quam laeta et beata
Fuit illa immaculata
Mater unigeniti!
Quae gaudebat et ridebat,
Exultabat cum videbat
Nati partum incliti
Quis est, qui non gauderet,
Christi Matrem si videret
In tanto solacio?
Quis non posset collaetari,
Piam Matrem contemplari
Ludentem cum Filio?
Pro peccatis suae gentis
Vidit Iesum cum iumentis,
Et algori subditum.
Vidit suum dulcem natum
Vagientum adoratum
Vili diversorio
Nati Christus in praesepe
Coeli cives canunt laete
Cum immenso gaudio
Stabat senex cum puella
Non cum verbo nec loquela
Stupescentes cordibus
Eia Mater, fons amoris
Me sentire vim ardoris
Fac, ut tecum sentiam
Fac, ut ardeat cor meum
In amando Christum Deum
Ut sibi complaceam
Sancta Mater, istud agas,
Pone nostro ducas plagas
Cordi fixas valide.
Tui nati coelo lapsi,
Iam dignati foeno nasci,
Poenas mecum divide.
Fac me tecum congaudere
Iesulino cohaerere
Donec ego vixero
In me sistat ardor tui
Puerino fac me frui
Dum sum in exilio
Hunc ardorem fac communem,
Ne me facias immunem,
Ab hoc desiderio.
Virgo virginum praeclara,
Mihi iam non sis amara
Fac me parvum rapere
Fac, ut portem pulchrum fortem
Qui nascendo vicit mortem,
Volens vitam tradere.
Fac me tecum satiari,
Nato tuo inebriari,
Stans inter tripudia
Inflammatus et accensus
Obstupescit omnis sensus
Tali de commercio.
Fac me nato custodiri
Verbo Christi praemuniri
Conservari gratia
Quando corpus morietur,
Fac, ut animae donetur
Tui nati vis

Stabat Mater

The glorious Mother stood
By the hay in joyous mood,
While the little child did lie
Whose soul rejoicing high
And burning with loving zeal,
A song of joy did fill
Oh! how blessed and how bright
Was that pure and holy light
The Mother of the only-born!
How she rejoiced and laughed,
And with exceeding gladness quaffed
The new-born Child divine!
Who would not share that joy
To see the Mother of her Lord
In such great bliss and joy?
Who would not gladly share
The joy of that devoutest Mother
Playing with her Son?
For the sins of her people
She saw Jesus with the cattle
And the cold to which He was put.
She saw her sweet new-born Son
Adored by angels in a mean inn.
In the manger Christ was laid
And the citizens of heaven
Sang their sweet songs of joy,
With exceeding great delight.
The old man stood there with the maid
With mind and lips unable to speak
Marvelling at the Babe.
O Mother, fount of love
Help me to feel the fire of love
That I may share thy passion
And my heart burn with the love
Of Christ my God and Thee,
So that He may be pleased.
Holy Mother, do this thing
The wounds of thy Son bring
And in my heart fix them deep.
Thy Son from heaven descending.
Upon the hay now lying,
Divide His pains with me.
Help me to rejoice with thee
And with the new-born Child agree
To keep His laws till death.
Plant in me the fire of love
Help me to enjoy the Babe
While I live here in banishment.
Make this fire a common thing
And do not leave me wanting
In this great desire.
Virgin of Virgins, bright and fair
Be no longer cruel to me
Help me to receive the Child
Help me to bear the beauteous, strong one,
Who by His birth overcame death
Willing to give His life for me
Help me to be satisfied with Thee,
With Thy Son to be filled
Standing in glad triumph
Inflamed and burning with love
My senses overcome
By such a great exchange.
Help me by thy Son to be kept,
By Christ's word defended,
And guarded by grace
When my body shall die,
Help me that my soul may be given
The sight of Thy Son.