Текст и перевод песни Juliette - Franciscae Meae Laudes - Voc Up

Franciscae Meae Laudes - Voc Up

Novis te cantabo chordis,
O novelletum quod ludis
In solitudine cordis.

Esto sertis implicata,
O femina delicata,
Per quam solvuntur peccata!

Sicut beneficum Lethe,
Hauriam oscula de te,
Quae imbuta es magnete.

Quum vitiorum tempestas
Turbabat omnes semitas,
Apparuisti, Deitas,

Velut stella salutaris
In naufragiis amaris ...
Suspendam cor tuis aris!

Piscina plena virtutis,
Fons eterne juventutis,
Labris vocem redde mutis!

Quod erat spurcum, cremasti;
Quod rudius, exaequasti;
Quod debile, confirmasti.

In fame mea taberna,
In nocte mea lucerna,
Recte me semper guberna.

Adde nunc vires viribus,
Dulce balneum suavibus
Unguentatum odoribus!

Meos circa lumbos mica,
O castitatis lorica,
Aqua tincta seraphica;

Patera gemmis corusca,
Panis salsus, mollis esca,
Divinum vinum, Francisca!

In Praise of My Frances - Voc Up

On new strings will I sing to you,
O new garden in whom I play
In the solitude of my heart.

Come, be garlanded,
O woman beloved,
Through whom sins are loosed!

Like Lethe the Beneficent,
From you will I drink kisses,
Who are charged with magnetism.

When the tempest of vices
Troubled all my paths,
You appeared, O Godhead,

Like a saving star
In bitter shipwrecks ...
My heart I shall hang on your altars!

Pool full of virtue,
Fount of eternal youth,
Restore voice to the dumb with your lips!

What was filthy, you burned;
What was rough, you smoothed;
What was weak, you strengthened.

In my hunger be my inn,
In my night be my lamp,
Always govern me well.

Increase my strength with your strength,
Sweet bath of fragrances
Anointed with unguents!

Flash around my loins,
O breastplate of chastity,
With seraphic water.

Patera sparkling with gems,
Savory bread, soft food,
O divine wine, Frances!