A tragédia de Hécuba, rainha vencida que, ao lado de outras mulheres de Tróia, resistem em perder sua querida cidade e entregá-la aos vencedores gregos.
Stabat mater
Stabat mater dolorosa
Iuxta crucem lacrimosa,
Dum pendebat Filius.
Cuius animam gementem,
Contristatam et dolentem,
Pertransivit gladius.
O quam tristis et afflicta
Fuit illa benedicta
Mater unigeniti.
Quae moerebat et dolebat,
Pia mater, cum videbat
Nati poenas inclyti.
Quis est homo, qui non fleret,
Christi matrem si videret
In tanto supplicio?
Quis non posset contristari,
Christi matrem comtemplari
Dolentem cum Filio?
Pro peccatis suae gentis
Vidit Iesum in tormentis
Et flagellis subditum.
Vidit suum dulcem Natum
Moriendo desolatum,
Dum emisit spiritum.
Eia 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 vulnerari
Tam dignati pro me pati
Poenas mecum divide.
Fac me vere tecum flere,
Crucifixo condolere
Donec ego vixero.
Iuxta crucem tecum stare,
Et me tibi sociare,
In planctu desidero.
Virgo virginum praeclara,
Mihi iam non sis amara,
Fac me tecum plangere.
Fac, ut portem Christi mortem
Passionis fac consortem
Et plagas recolere.
Fac me plagis vulnerari
Cruce hac inebriari
Ob amorem Filii.
Inflammatus et accensus
Per te, Virgo, sim defensus
In die iudicii.
Fac me cruce custodiri
Morte Christi praemuniri
Confoveri gratia.
Quando corpus morietur
Fac, ut animae donetur
Paradisi gloria.
Amen.
The mother was standing sorrowfully
next to the cross, tearful
as her Son was hanging.
Whose soul, groaning,
sad and sorrowful,
the sword has pierced through.
Oh, how miserable and afflicted
was that blessed
mother of an only Son.
She lamented and grieved,
the holy mother, when she saw
the pains of her glorious Son.
Who is the man that would not weep
were he to see the mother of Christ
in such distress?
Who would not be made sad
at the thought of Christ's mother
grieving with her Son?
For the sins of his people
she saw Jesus subjected to
torments and lashes.
She saw her sweet Son
dying, deserted
as he gave up his spirit.
O mother, thou fount of love,
make me feel the force of your grief
so that I may mourn with you.
Make my heart burn
with love for Christ the God
so that I may be reconciled with him.
Holy mother, grant this favour,
imprint the wounds of the Crucified
deeply within my heart.
Your wounded Son,
who deigned to suffer so much for me,
may he share his pains with me.
Let me truly weep with you,
and suffer with the Crucified
as long as I live.
To stand beside you at the cross
and join with you in lamentation,
is my desire.
O Virgin, pre-eminent among virgins,
do not be bitter towards me,
let me weep with you.
Let me bear the death of Christ,
let me share in his passion,
and contemplate his wounds.
Let me be wounded with his wounds,
intoxicated by the cross
and the blood of your Son.
Though I burn and am aflame,
may I be defended by you, O Virgin,
on the day of judgement.
Let me be protected by the cross,
fortified by the death of Christ,
strengthened by grace.
When my body dies,
let my soul be granted
the glory of paradise.
Amen.
Afrodite e as Horas
