Hymnus
Stabat Mater dolorósa iuxta crucem lacrimósa, dum pendébat Fílius.
Standing, the sorrowful Mother, Near the cross was in tears, When her Son was hanging.
Cuius ánimam geméntem, contristátam et doléntem, pertransívit gládius.
Into his groaning soul, All broken and aching, The sword was thrust.
O quam tristis et afflícta fuit illa benedícta mater Unigéniti!
How sad and afflicted she was, this blessed Mother of the Only Begotten!
Quæ mærébat et dolébat, pia mater, cum vidébat Nati pœnas íncliti.
She grieved and suffered, this tender Mother, seeing the sorrows of her glorious Child.
Quis est homo qui non fleret, matrem Christi si vidéret in tanto supplício?
What man would not weep, If he saw the Mother of Christ In such great torment?
Quis non posset contristári, piam matrem contemplári doléntem cum Fílio?
Who could without sadness Contemplate the pious Mother Suffering with her Son?
Pro peccátis suæ gentis vidit Iesum in torméntis, et flagéllis súbditum.
For the sins of her people, She saw Jesus in torments, Subjected to whips.
Vidit suum dulcem Natum moriéntem desolátum, cum emísit spíritum. Amen.
She saw her sweet Child Dying, forsaken, When he gave up the ghost. Amen.
