Stabat Mater ~ 13th century Latin hymn to Mother Mary

Latin:

Stabat Mater dolorósa 

Juxta Crucem lacrimósa, 

Dum pendébat Filius.

Cujus ánimam geméntem, 

Contristátam et doléntem, 

Pertransivit gladius.

O quam tristis et afflicta 

Fuit illa benedicta 

Mater Unigéniti!

Quae maerébat, et dolébat, 

Pia Mater, dum vidébat 

Nati poenas inclyti.

Quis est homo, qui non fleret, 

Matrem Christi si vidéret 

In tanto supplicio?

Quis non posset contristári, 

Christi Matrem contemplári 

Doléntem cum Filio?

Pro peccátis suae gentis 

Vidit Jesum in torméntis, 

Et flagéllis súbditum.

Vidit suum dulcem natum 

Moriéndo desolátum, 

Dum emisit spíritum.

Eja mater, fons amóris, 

Me sentíre vim dolóris 

Fac, ut tecum lúgeam.

Fac, ut árdeat cor meum 

In amándo Christum Deum, 

Ut sibi compláceam.

Sancta Mater, istud agas 

Crucifixi fige plagas 

Cordi meo válide.

Tui nati vulneráti, 

Tam dignáti pro me pati, 

Poenas mecum dívide.

Fac me tecum pie flere, 

Crucifixo condolére, 

Donec ego víxero.

Juxta Crucem tecum stare,

Et me tibi sociáre

In planctu desídero.

Virgo vírginum praeclára, 

Mihi jam non sis amára: 

Fac me tecum plángere.

Fac, ut portem Christi mortem, 

Passiónis fac consórtem, 

Et plagas recólere.

Fac me plagis vulnerári, 

Fac me Cruce inebriári, 

Et cruó re Fílii.

Flammis ne urar succénsus, 

Per te, Virgo, sim defénsus 

In die judícii.

Christe, cum sit hinc exíre

Da per Matrem me veníre

Ad palmam victóriae.

Quando corpus moriétur, 

Fac, ut ánimae donétur 

Paradísi glória. Amen. Allelúja.

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English:

At the cross her station keeping, 

Mary stood in sorrow weeping 

When her Son was crucified.

While she waited in her anguish, 

Seeing Christ in torment languish, 

Bitter sorrow pierced her heart.

With what pain and desolation, 

With what noble resignation, 

Mary watched her dying Son.

Ever-patient in her yearning 

Though her tear-filled eyes were burning, 

Mary gazed upon her Son.

Who, that sorrow contemplating, 

On that passion meditating, 

Would not share the Virgin's grief?

Christ she saw, for our salvation, 

Scourged with cruel acclamation, 

Bruised and beaten by the rod.

Christ she saw with life-blood failing, 

All her anguish unavailing, 

Saw him breathe his very last.

Mary, fount of love's devotion, 

Let me share with true emotion 

All the sorrow you endured.

Virgin, ever interceding, 

Hear me in my fervent pleading: 

Fire me with your love of Christ.

Mother, may this prayer be granted:

That Christ's love may be implanted

In the depths of my poor soul.

At the cross, your sorrow sharing, 

All your grief and torment bearing, 

Let me stand and mourn with you.

Fairest maid of all creation, 

Queen of hope and consolation, 

Let me feel your grief sublime.

Virgin, in your love befriend me, 

At the Judgment Day defend me. 

Help me by your constant prayer.

Savior, when my life shall leave me,

Through your mother's prayers

receive me

With the fruits of victory.

Virgin of all virgins blest! 

Listen to my fond request: 

Let me share your grief divine

Let me, to my latest breath, 

In my body bear the death 

Of your dying Son divine.

Wounded with His every wound, 

Steep my soul till it has swooned 

In His very Blood away.

Be to me, O Virgin, nigh, 

Lest in flames I burn and die, 

In His awe-full judgment day.

Savior, when my life shall leave me,

Through your mother's prayers

receive me

With the fruits of victory.

While my body here decays 

May my soul your goodness praise, 

Safe in heaven eternally. Amen Alleluia.