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Dies irae, dies illa (Sequence from the Mass for the Dead - Requiem)

Dies irae, dies illa
Solvet saeclum in favilla,
Teste David cum Sibylla.
Quantus tremor est futurus,
Quando judex est venturus,
Cuncta stricte discussurus!

Tuba mirum spargens sonum
Per sepulcra 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 tremendae majestatis,
Qui salvandos savas gratis,
Salve me, fons pietatis.

Recordare, Jesu pie,
Quod sum causa tuae viae;
Ne me perdas illa die.

Quaerens 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 meae non sunt dignae,
Sed tu, bonus, fac benigne,
Ne perenni cremer igne.

Inter oves locum praesta,
Et ab haedis me sequestra,
Statuens in parte dextra.

Confutatis maledictis,
Flammis acribus addictis,
Voca me cum benedictus.

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.

Dies irae, dies illa (Sequence from the Mass for the Dead - Requiem)

Day of wrath, that day will dissolve
The world in ashes,
As David and the Sibyl testify.
How great will be the trembling,
When the Judge is about to come,
To discuss everything strictly!

The trumpet, spreading a wondrous sound
Through the tombs of the regions,
Will summon all before the throne.

Death and nature will be amazed,
When the creature rises again,
To respond to the Judge.
The written book will be brought forth,
In which everything is contained,
From which the world will be judged.

Therefore, when the Judge is seated,
Whatever is hidden, will appear,
Nothing will remain unpunished.

What will I, a wretched one, say then?
What patron will I ask,
When the just are scarcely secure?

King of tremendous majesty,
Who saves the guilty freely,
Save me, fountain of piety.

Remember, merciful Jesus,
That I am the cause of your way;
Do not lose me on that day.

Seeking me, you sat weary,
You redeemed me, suffering on the cross;
May such great work not be in vain.

Just Judge of vengeance,
Grant the gift of remission
Before the day of reckoning.

I groan, as a defendant:
My face blushes with guilt;
Spare me, O God, who supplicates.

You who absolved Mary,
And heard the thief,
You have given me hope as well.

My prayers are not worthy,
But you, who are good, do what is kind,
So that I may not burn in eternal fire.

Grant me a place among the sheep,
And separate me from the goats,
Placing me on the right-hand side.

When the wicked are confounded,
Condemned to bitter flames,
Call me with the blessed.

I pray humbly and bowed down,
My heart contrite as ashes,
Take care of my end.

That mournful day,
When, rising from the ashes,
A guilty man will be judged.
Therefore, spare him, O God,
Holy Lord Jesus,
Grant them eternal rest. Amen.