Sed ad opus cuius, Domine tam pure,
Sancti Pauli huius novelle structure
Salve sancta parens, summe graciosa,
Salve labe carens, summe virtuosa,
Eya sine tali!
Tu predestinata, tu mater excepta:
Quamvis Eve nata, tu tamen concepta
Nullaque mortalis in te culpa ruit,
Nulla nec fatalis in te culpa fuit
Tota sancta nata.
Postque devinisti tam mire formosa,
Quod rem implevisti, tota speciosa et immaculata
Virgo fecundata, semper nobis grata.
Inter tot et tales tu, virgo benigna,
Inter mundiales es inventa digna
Hinc annunciata est proles divina
Tibi, O beata celorum regina,
In conclavi data.
Hinc es ex te nata, te clausa manente,
Hinc purificata es in tua gente
Hinc es exaltata super omnes celos,
Hinc glorificata super omnes melos
Ibi coronaris regina celorum,
Ibi gloriaris cetu beatorum,
Sed cum alto iure
Quam quivis illorum nam hoc meruisti,
Cum Deum deorum virgo peperisti,
Ultra ius nature.
Illum, mater bona, pro nobis implora
Ut det nobis dona iam, in mortis hora,
To pursue that task, let us who are
of the new structure of St Paul say together,
O Lord so pure:
Hail, holy parent, of highest grace,
hail, she who lacks any stain, of highest virtue,
yea without any other such!
You the predestined one, you the exceptional mother:
although a daughter of Eve, you were conceived
in an unprecedented fashion.
And no mortal sin fell upon you,
nor was there any transgression bringing death in you,
born entirely in a holy manner.
And afterwards you became so wondrously beautiful,
because you accomplished that, most lovely and untouched
fruitful virgin, always delightful to us.
Among so many and such of this world you,
kind virgin, were found worthy
to bear the Lord.
Hence a divine offspring was proclaimed for you,
O blessed queen of the heavens,
given in the chamber.
Hence you gave birth to yourself, you remaining confined,
hence you were purified among your people
out of humility.
Hence you were exalted above all the heavens,
hence glorified above all melodies
as was fitting.
There you are crowned queen of the heavens,
there you are glorified with the multitude of the blessed,
with a higher right
than any of them because you merited this
when, a virgin, you bore the God of gods,
beyond the law of nature.
Beseech him for us, good mother,
that he may grant us now and in the hour of our death
the gifts of the life which is to come.
English: Christopher Page © 1999
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