O quam tristis et afflicta Fuit illa benedicta Mater Unigeniti! Quæ mœrebat et dolebat, Pia Mater, dum videbat Nati pœnas inclyti. How afflicted, how distressed, Stands she now, that Virgin blessed, By that tree of woe and scorn; Mark her tremble, droop, and languish, Gazing on that awful anguish Of her Child, her Only-Born! Φεῦ τοῦ ἄχθους τῆς τε λύπης εὐλογημένης ἐκείνης Μήτρος τοῦ Μονογένους· ἣ ἤλγει καὶ ἠνιᾶτο, θεοσεβὴς, ὡς ὡρᾶτο Υἱοῦ τ' ἄλγη εὐκλεοῦς. Quis est homo qui non fleret, Matrem Christi si videret In tanto supplicio? Quis non posset contristari, Christi Matrem contemplari Dolentem cum Filio? Who may see, nor share her weeping, Christ the Saviour's mother keeping Grief's wild watch, so sad and lone? Who behold her bosom sharing Every pang his soul is bearing, Nor receive them in his own? Τίς ἀνθρώπων οὐκ ἂν κλαίοι, εἰ τὴν Χριστοῦ Μήτερ' ἴδοι τοιαῦτ' ἀνεχομένην; τίς δύναιτ' ἂν οὐκ ἄχθεσθαι τῷ τὴν Χριστοῦ Μήτερ' ἴδεσθαι σὺν Υἱῷ λυπουμένην; Pro peccatis suæ gentis, Vidit Jesum in tormentis, Et flagellis subditum. Vidit suum dulcem Natum Moriendo desolatum, Dum emisit spiritum. Ransom for a world's offending, Lo, her Son and God is bending That dear head to wounds and blows; 'Mid the body's laceration, And the spirit's desolation, As his life-blood darkly flows. Πρὸ τῶν κακῶν οἵο γένους 'φαν' αὐτῇ ὑβρισθεὶς Ἰησοῦς καὶ μάστιξιν ἔκδοτος· εἶδεν ἕον γλυκὺν παῖδα ἐκθνήσκοντα, μονωθέντα, ὡς ἐξέπνει ἄθλιος. Eia Mater, fons amoris, Me sentire vim doloris Fac ut tecum lugeam; Fac ut ardeat cor meum In amando Christum Deum, Ut sibi complaceam. Fount of love, in that dread hour, Teach me all thy sorrow's power, Bid me share its grievous load; O'er my heart thy spirit pouring, Bid it burn in meet adoring Of its martyred Christ and God! Ὦ συ Μήτερ, πήγη ἔρωτος, τῆς λύπης με πάθειν ἄχθος δός, σοι ἵνα συμπαθῶ· δὸς φλέγεσθαι κῆρ τὸ ἐμόν τῷ φιλεῖν τὸν Χριστὸν Θεόν, ὅπως οἱ εὐδοκέω. Sancta Mater! istud agas, Crucifixi fige plagas Cordi meo valide. Tui Nati vulnerati, Tam dignati pro me pati, Pœnas mecum divide.