Текст и перевод песни Anonymous, Aurora Surgit & Alessio Randon - Gregorian Chant for the Dead: Dies irae (Sequentia)

Gregorian Chant for the Dead: Dies irae (Sequentia)

Dies iræ, dies illa
Solvet sæclum in favilla
Teste David cum Sibylla

Quantus tremor est futurus
Quando Judex est venturus
Cuncta stricte discussurus!

Tuba mirum spargens sonum
Per sepulchra regionum
Coget omnes ante thronum

Mors stupebit et natura
Cum resurget creatura
Judicanti responsura

Liber scriptus proferetur
In quo totum continetur
Unde mundus judicetur

Judex ergo cum sedebit
Quidquid latet apparebit:
Nil inultum remanebit

Quid sum miser tunc dicturus?
Quem patronum rogaturus
Cum vix justus sit securus?

Rex tremendæ majestatis
Qui salvandos salvas gratis
Salva me, fons pietatis

Recordare, Jesu pie
Quod sum causa tuæ viæ:
Ne me perdas illa die

Quærens me, sedisti lassus:
Redemisti Crucem passus:
Tantus labor non sit cassus

Juste Judex ultionis
Donum fac remissionis
Ante diem rationis

Ingemisco, tamquam reus:
Culpa rubet vultus meus:
Supplicanti parce, Deus

Qui Mariam absolvisti
Et latronem exaudisti
Mihi quoque spem dedisti

Preces meæ non sunt dignæ;
Sed tu bonus fac benigne
Ne perenni cremer igne

Inter oves locum præsta
Et ab hædis me sequestra
Statuens in parte dextra

Confutatis maledictis
Flammis acribus addictis
Voca me cum benedictis

Oro supplex et acclinis
Cor contritum quasi cinis
Gere curam mei finis

Lacrimosa dies illa
Qua resurget ex favilla
Judicandus homo reus
Huic ergo parce, Deus:

Pie Jesu Domine
Dona eis requiem. Amen

Gregorian Chant for the Dead: Dies irae (Sequentia)

Day of wrath, that dreadful day,
When heaven and earth shall flee away,
As David and the Sibyl say.

How vast the terror then shall be,
When the Judge comes to set us free,
To judge all strictly, you and me!

The trumpet, with a wondrous sound,
Shall pierce the graves, and rend the ground,
And call the nations to be found.

Death shall be startled, nature too,
When all creation, old and new,
Shall rise to answer, just and true.

A book shall open, all shall see,
Wherein our deeds are writ, for thee,
By which the world shall judged be.

When the Judge sits upon his throne,
What lies concealed shall be made known,
Nothing shall go unpunished, none.

What shall I say then, poor and weak?
What advocate shall I seek?
When even the just are filled with fear?

King of terrible majesty,
Who saves those who are saved by thee,
Save me, O fountain of piety!

Remember, Jesus, kind and true,
That I am yours, and you are mine too,
Don't let me perish on that day.

You sought me, weary, for my sake,
You bought me with your life, and stake,
Let all your labor not be in vain.

Just Judge of vengeance, grant me grace,
Before the day of reckoning, embrace,
Forgive my sins, with loving space.

I groan, like one condemned to die,
My face is red with guilt and lie,
Spare me, O God, your grace I cry.

You freed Mary, you heard the thief,
Give me hope, my life to brief,
Give me a chance, to find relief.

My prayers are not worthy of your sight,
But you are good, and do what's right,
Don't let me burn forever in the night.

Place me among your sheep, I pray,
And separate me from the goats, this day,
On your right hand, I'll forever stay.

Those who are cursed, condemned to fire,
In flames they'll burn, with fierce desire,
Call me with those who are blessed, higher.

I beg and pray, with heart so low,
My heart is broken, like the ashes, flow,
Take care of me, until I go.

That day of tears, when all shall rise,
From ashes, to meet your judging eyes,
The guilty man shall be judged, no lies,
Therefore, spare him, God, be wise.

Merciful Jesus, Lord of all,
Grant them rest, and peace, until they fall.