Stabat mater dolorosa juxta crucem lacrimosa, dum pendebat filius.
Cujus animam gementem, contristatam et dolentem pertransivit gladius.
O quam tristis et afflicta fuit illa benedicta mater unigeniti!
Quae maerebat et dolebat, et tremebat dum
videbat nati poenas incliti.
Quis est homo, qui non fleret, Christi matrem si videret in tanto supplicio?
Quis non posset constristari, piam matrem contemplari dolentem cum filio?
Pro peccatis suae gentis vidit Jesum in tormentis, et flagellis subditum,
Vidit suum dulcem natum, morientem desolatum, dum emisit spiritum.
Eja 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 tecum pie flere, crucifixo condolere, donec ego vixero
Juxta crucem, tecum, stare, et me tibi sociare in planctu desidero.
Virgo virginum praeclara, mihi jam non sis
amara, fac me tecum plangere.
Fac ut portem Christi mortem, passionis fac
consortem, et plagas recolere.
Fac me plagis vulnerari crucem fac inebriari et cruore filii.
Inflammatus et accensus per te, virgo, sim
defensus in die judicii.
Fac me cruce custodire, more Christi
praemuniri, confoveri gratia.
Quando corpus morietur, fac, ut animae donetur paradisi gloria. Amen.
The Mother stood grieving beside the
cross weeping, while on it hung her Son.
Through her saddened soul, sighing and
suffering, pierced a sword.
O how sad and afflicted was that blessed Mother of the only-begotten!
Who grieved and suffered and trembled, while she beheld the torments of her glorious Son.
Who is the man, who would not weep, if he
should he see the Mother of Christ in such agony?
Who could not be saddened, should he behold the Holy Mother suffering with her Son?
For the sins of his people, she saw Jesus
tormented, and subjected to stripes.
She saw her own sweet Son, dying forsaken, as he gave up his Spirit.
O Mother, fount of love, make me feel the
power of your grief, that I may mourn with you.
Grant that my heart may burn in the love of
Christ my God, that I may please him.
Holy Mother, may you fix the stripes of the
Crucified firmly into my heart.
Share with me the pains of your wounded Son, who chose to suffer so much for me.
Let me weep deeply with you, and
suffer with the Crucified, for as long as I live.
I desire to stand with you, beside the cross, and join you in deep lament.
O Virgin, all virgins excelling, be not bitter with me now, let me to weep with you.
Grant that I may bear the death of Christ; make me a sharer of his Passion and remember his wounds.
Let me be wounded by His wounds, inebriated by the Cross and the blood of the Son.
Burning and on fire, let me be defended by you, O Virgin, on the day of judgement.
May I be watched over by the Cross, fortified by the death of Christ, nurtured by grace.
When my body shall die, grant that my soul be given the glory of paradise. Amen.