Stabat Mater dolorosa,
juxta crucem lacrimosa.
dum pendebat filius.
Her grief-stricken soul,
suffering and anguished,
was pierced by a sword.
Stabat Mater dolorosa…
O how sad and afflicted
was the blessed
Mother of the Only-begotten.
Stabat Mater dolorosa…
Who can help but cry
when looking at Christ’s Mother
in such anguish?
Stabat Mater dolorosa…
For the sins of his people
she sees Jesus in torment
and subjected to scourging.
Stabat Mater dolorosa…
She sees her sweet Offspring
dying, abandoned,
giving us his spirit.
Stabat Mater dolorosa…
O Christ, when I die,
through your blessed Mother bring me
to the palm of victory!
Amen, amen, amen!
Amen, amen, amen!

You are beautiful, the most beautiful
of Adam’s sons, of Adam’s sons.
Grace is on your lips,
You are blessed, the blessed one for ever.
Eres hermoso, el más hermoso
de los hijos de Adán, de los hijos de Adán.
La gracia está en tus labios,
eres bendito, el bendito para siempre.
Gird your sword at your side, Valiant One
and march on in glory and splendour,
Ride on in the cause of truth, meekness and justice,
Stretch your bow,
lending terror to your right hand;
your arrows are sharp,
the nations have been subjected to you.
You are beautiful...
From the palaces of ivory
the zithers sing for you,
daughters of kings are your favoured ones,
at your right hand stands the Queen in gold of Ophir,
at your right hand stands the Queen in gold of Ophir.
You are beautiful...
Listen, O daughter and see, listen to me,
forget your own people and your father’s house.
And the king will be conquered by your beauty.
He is your Lord, give yourself to him!
and instead of fathers, you will have sons,
whom you will make princes over the earth.
You are beautiful...
Eres hermoso, el más hermoso…