The Song of the Sibyl
Al jorn del judici
Parrá qui haurá fet servici
Un rei vendrá perpetual
Vestit de nostra carn mortal
Del cel vindrá tot certament
Per fer del segle jutjament
Ans que el judici no será
Un gran senyal se mostrará
Lo sol perdrá lo resplendor
La terra tremirá de por
Aprés se badará molt fort
Amostrant-se de greu conhort
Mostrar-se han ab crits i trons
Les infernals confusions
Del cel gran foc davallará
Com a sofre molt pudirá
La terra cremará ab furor
La gent haurá molt gran terror
Aprés será un fort senyal
D'un terratrémol general
Les pedres per mig se rompran
I les muntanyes se fondran
Llavors ningù tindrá talent
D'or, riqueses ni argent
Esperant tots quina será
La senténcia que es dará
De morir seran tots sos talents
Esclafir-los han totes les dents
No hi haurá home que no plor
Tot lo mo'n será en tristor
Los puigs i plans seran iguals
Alli seran los bons i mals
Reis, ducs, comtes i barons
Que de llurs fets retran raons
Aprés vindrá terriblement
Lo fill de de'u omnipotent
De morts i vius judicará
Qui be' haurá fet alli es parrá
Los infants qui nats no seran
Dintre ses mares cridaran
I diran tots plorosament
"Ajuda'ns, de'u omnipotent"
Mare de de'u, pregau per no's.
Puix so'u mare de pecadors
Que bona senténcia hajam
I paradis possejam
Vosaltres tots qui escoltau
Devotament a de'u pregau
De cor ab gran devocio'
Que us porte a salvacio
The Song of the Sibyl
On the day of judgment
For those who have served
A king will come eternally
Clothed in our mortal flesh
From heaven he will certainly come
To judge the age
Before the judgment is given
A great sign will appear
The sun will lose its brightness
The earth will tremble with fear
Afterwards, a great noise will be heard
Showing serious comfort
There will be cries and thunder
Infernal confusions will be shown
From heaven great fire will fall
Causing much suffering
The earth will burn furiously
People will be in great terror
Then there will be a strong sign
Of a general earthquake
The stones will break apart
And the mountains will melt
Then no one will have the talent
For gold, riches, or silver
Everyone will be waiting
For the sentence that will be given
All their talents will be taken away
All their teeth will be crushed
There will be no man who does not cry
The whole world will be in sorrow
The hills and plains will be the same
There the good and bad will be
Kings, dukes, counts, and barons
Will be judged for their deeds
Afterwards, terribly will come
The son of the almighty
He will judge the dead and the living
Those who have done well will be separated
The infants who were not born
Will cry within their mothers
And they will all say sorrowfully
"Help us, almighty God"
Mother of God, pray for us
Since you are the mother of sinners
May we have a good sentence
And possess paradise
All of you who listen
Devoutly pray to God
With great devotion in your hearts
May He lead you to salvation