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Sunday, March 11, 2012

Stabat Mater: Being One with the Mother of Sorrows

It's difficult to lose a loved one--that's partly the reason why I haven't written anything on this blog. I know that we (the family) have done everything good for my dad. There was one detail there I wasn't happy about and it concerns the subject (the inspiration) for this blog. I lost that inspiration and it took a while before I thought about what to write in this blog.

Since my dad passed away three weeks ago, the family and I were too busy with things to be done for my dad's passage to the afterlife--the family, both here in Manila and Bacolod, contributed and shared with us (dad's immediate family) their condolences, plus friends of dad and the family. I couldn't thank them enough!

Our time to grieve happen to coincide with the Season of Lent. I came to recall a song that immortalized Mary's sorrow at the death of her dearly beloved son Jesus Christ--Stabat Mater. Who else could perfectly understand the pain of loss and suffering than that of our dear Blessed Mother Mary? This is a song that I see fitting for this occasion. And also, this for you, dad! Farewell!

From the family mausoleum in Isabela, Negros Occidental

STABAT MATER                                                     English Translation

1. Stabat Mater dolorosa                                           1. At the cross her station keeping,
Iuxta crucem lacrimosa                                               stood the mournful mother weeping,
Dum pendebat Filius                                                   close to Jesus to the last

2. Cuius animam gementem                                       2. Through her heart, his sorrow sharing,
Contristatam et dolentem                                           all his bitter anguish bearing,
Pertransivit gladius                                                     now at length the sword had passed.

3. O quam tristis et afflicta                                        3. Oh how sad and sore distressed
Fuit illa benedicta                                                      was that mother highly blessed,
Mater unigeniti!                                                         of the sole-begotten One!

4. Quae moerebat et dolebat,                                   4. Christ above in torment hangs;
Pia Mater, dum videbat                                            she beneath beholds the pangs
Nati poenas incliti                                                     of her dying glorious Son.

5. Quis est homo qui non fleret,                                5. Is there one who would not weep,
Matrem Christi si videret                                          whelmed in miseries so deep
In tanto supplicio?                                                    Christ's dear Mother to behold?

6. Quis non posset contristari,                                   6. Can the human heart refrain
Christi Matrem contemplari                                       from partaking in her pain,
Dolentem cum Filio?                                                 in that Mother's pain untold?

7. Pro peccatis suae gentis                                       7. For the sins of His own nation
Vidit Iesum in tormentis,                                          saw Him hang in desolation,
Et flagellis subditum.                                                all with bloody scourges rent.

8. Vidit suum dulcem natum                                     8. Bruised, derided, cursed, defiled,
Moriendo desolatum                                               she beheld her tender child,
Dum emisit spiritum                                                 till His Spirit forth he sent.

9. Eia Mater, fons amoris                                        9. O, thou Mother, fount of love,
Me sentire vim doloris                                             touch my spirit from above,
Fac, ut tecum lugeam                                               make my heart with thine accord.

10. Fac, ut ardeat cor meum                                   10. Make me feel as thou has felt;
In amando Christum Deum                                      make my soul to glow and melt
Ut sibi complaceam                                                 with the love of Christ our Lord.

11. Sancta Mater, istud agas,                                  11. Holy Mother, pierce me through;
Crucifixi fige plagas                                                 in my heart each wound renew
Cordi meo valide.                                                   of my Saviour crucified.

12. Tui nati vulnerati,                                               12. Let met share with thee his pain,
Tam dignati pro me pati,                                           who for all my sins was slain,
Poenas mecum divide.                                             who for me in torments died.

13. Fac me tecum, pie, flere,                                    13. Let me mingle tears with thee,
Crucifixo condolere,                                                 mourning Him Who mourned for me,
Donec ego vixero.                                                    all the days that I may live.

14. Iuxta crucem tecum stare,                                   14. By the cross with thee to stay,
Et me tibi sociare                                                      there with thee to weep and pray,
In planctu desidero                                                   this I ask of thee to give.

15. Virgo virginum praeclara,                                    15. Virgin, of all virgins blest,
Mihi iam non sis amara                                              O refuse not my request:
Fac me tecum plangere                                              let me in thy weeping share

16. Fac, ut portem Christi mortem                             16. Let me, to my latest breath,
Passionis fac consortem,                                            in my body bear the death
Et plagas recolere.                                                     of that dying Son of thine.

17. Fac me plagis vulnerari,                                       17. Wounded with his every wound,
Fac me cruce inebriari,                                              steep my soul till it hath swooned
Et cruore Filii                                                            in His very blood away.

18. Flammis ne urar succensus                                   18. Be to me, O Virgin, nigh,
Per Te, Virgo, sim defensus                                        lest in flames I burn and die,
In die iudicii                                                               in that awful judgment day.

19. Christe, cum sit hinc exire,                                   19. Christ, when thou shalt call me hence,
Da per Matrem me venire                                          be Thy mother my defense,
Ad palmam victoriae                                                  be Thy cross my victory.

20. Quando corpus morietur,                                     20. While my body here decays,
Fac, ut animae donetur                                               may my soul Thy goodness praise,
Paradisi gloria. Amen                                                 safe in Paradise with Thee. Amen.





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