Dies Irae

Day of Judgment

Dies Irae

Day of Judgment! That dayDies iræ! Dies illa
Will dissolve the world into ashesSolvet sæclum in favilla
As David and the Sibyl testify!Teste david cum sibylla!

What a tremor there will beQuantus tremor est futurus
When the judge comesQuando iudex est venturus
To examine everything strictly!Cuncta stricte discussurus!

A crowd spreading a strange soundTurba mirum spargens sonum
Through the graves of the regionsPer sepulchra regionum
Will gather everyone before the throne.Coget omnes ante thronum

Death will be stunned and natureMors stupebit et natura
When the creature rises againCum resurget creatura
To respond to the judge.Iudicanti responsura

A written book will be brought forthLiber scriptus proferetur
In which everything is containedIn quo totum continetur
From which the world will be judged.Unde mundus iudicetur

Therefore, when the judge sitsIudex ergo cum sedebit
Whatever is hidden will appearQuidquid latet apparebit
Nothing will remain unpunished.Nil inultum remanebit

What will I, a wretched one, say then?Quid sum miser tunc dicturus?
To whom will I ask for helpQuem patronum rogaturus
When even the just man is barely secure?Cum vix iustus sit securus?

King of tremendous majestyRex tremendæ majestatis
Who saves the saved for freeQui salvandos salvas gratis
Save me, source of mercy.Salva me, fons pietatis

Remember, gentle JesusRecordare, iesu pie
That I am the reason for your wayQuod sum causa tuæ viæ
Do not lose me on that day.Ne me perdas illa die

Seeking me, you sat down wearyQuærens me, sedisti lassus
You redeemed me through the crossRedemisti crucem passus
Such great labor should not be in vain.Tantus labor non sit cassus

Just judge of vengeanceIuste iudex ultionis
Grant the gift of remissionDonum fac remissionis
Before the day of reckoning.Ante diem rationis

I groan, like a guilty oneIngemisco, tamquam reus
My face is red with guiltCulpa rubet vultus meus
Spare the supplicant, God.Supplicanti parce, Deus

You who absolved MaryQui mariam absolvisti
And heard the thiefEt latronem exaudisti
You also gave me hope.Mihi quoque spem dedisti

My prayers are not worthyPreces meæ non sunt dignæ
But you, good one, act kindlySed tu bonus fac benigne
Do not let me burn in eternal fire.Ne perenni cremer igne

Grant me a place among the sheepInter oves locum præsta
And separate me from the goatsEt ab hædis me sequestra
Setting me on the right side.Statuens in parte dextra

When the cursed are confoundedConfutatis maledictis
And condemned to fierce flamesFlammis acribus addictis
Call me with the blessed.Voca me cum benedictis

I pray, a humble supplicantOro supplex et acclinis
My heart crushed like ashesCor contritum quasi cinis
Take care of my end.Gere curam mei finis

That mournful dayLacrimosa dies illa
When man will rise from the ashesQua resurget ex favilla
To be judged.Iudicandus homo reus

Therefore, spare this one, GodHuic ergo parce, Deus
Gentle Lord JesusPie Jesu domine
Grant them rest.Dona eis requiem

Amen!Amem!