Stabat Mater (latim)
Stabat mater dolorosa
Iuxta crucem lacrimosa
Dum pendebat filius
Cuius animam gementem
Contristantam et dolentem
Pertransivit gladius
O quam tristis et afflicta
Fuit illa benedicta
Mater unigeniti
Quae maerebat et dolebat
Et tremebat, cum videbat
Nati poenas incliti
Quis est homo qui non fleret
Matrem christi si videret
In tanto supplicio?
Quis non posset contristari
Piam matrem contemplari
Dolentem cum filio?
Pro peccatis suae gentis
Iesum vidit in tormentis
Et flagellis subditum
Vidit suum dulcem natum
Morientem desolatum
Dum emisit spiritum
Eia mater fons amoris
Me sentire vim doloris
Fac ut tecum lugeam
Fac ut ardeat cor meum
In amando christum deum
Ut sibi complaceam
Sancta mater, istud agas
Crucifixi fige plagas
Cordi meo valide
Tui nati vulnerati
Tam dignati pro me pati
Poenas mecum divide!
Fac me vere tecum flere
Crucifixo condolere
Donec ego vixero
Iuxta crucem tecum stare
Te libenter sociare
In planctu desidero
Virgo virginum praeclara
Mihi iam non sis amara
Fac me tecum plangere
Fac ut portem christi mortem
Passionis eius sortem
Et plagas recolere
Fac me plagis vulnerari
Cruce hac inebriari
Ob amorem filii
Inflammatus et accensus
Per te virgo sim defensus
In die iudicii
Fac me cruce custodiri
Morte christi praemuniri
Confoveri gratia
Quando corpus morietur
Fac ut animae donetur
Paradisi gloria
Amen
Stabat Mater (Latin)
The sorrowful mother was standing
Tearful near the cross
While her son was hanging
Whose grieving soul
Saddened and sorrowful
Was pierced by a sword
Oh how sad and afflicted
Was that blessed
Mother of the only begotten
Who mourned and grieved
And trembled when she saw
The punishment of her glorious son
Who is the man who would not weep
Seeing the mother of Christ
In such agony?
Who could not be saddened
To behold the pious mother
Suffering with her son?
For the sins of his people
She saw Jesus in torment
And subjected to lashes
She saw her sweet offspring
Dying and abandoned
As he gave up his spirit
Oh mother, fount of love
Let me feel the force of your sorrow
Make me mourn with you
Make my heart burn
In loving Christ, God
So that I may please him
Holy mother, grant this
Fix the wounds of the crucified
Firmly in my heart
Of your wounded son
Who deigned to suffer so much for me
Share your pains with me!
Make me truly weep with you
Mourn the crucified
As long as I live
Stand near the cross with you
Freely join you
In mourning I desire
O illustrious virgin of virgins
Do not be harsh with me now
Let me weep with you
Let me bear the death of Christ
His passion's fate
And recall his wounds
Let me be wounded by his wounds
Intoxicated by this cross
For the love of the son
Inflamed and kindled
May I be defended by you, virgin
On the day of judgment
Let me be protected by the cross
Fortified by Christ's death
Nourished by grace
When my body dies
Grant that my soul
May be given the glory of paradise
Amen