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§66 Hayl Mari, Hic am sori; Haf pité of me and merci. Mi levedi, To thee I cri: For mi sinnis dred ham hi, Wen hi thenke that hi sal bi, That hi haf mis hi-don In worde, in worke, in thoith foli. Levedi, her mi bon. Mi bon thu her, Levedi der, That hic aske wit reuful cher; Thu len me her Wil hic am fer. Do penanz in mi praier; Ne let me noth ler that thu ber At min endin day. The warlais, thai wil be her Forto take thair pray. To take thar pray, Alse hi her say, Thai er redi boyt nite and day. So strange er thai That we ne may Agayneis thaim stond, so waylaway, But gif thu help us, mitteful may, Wit thi sunes grace; Wan thu comes thai flet awai, Dar thai not se thi face. Thi face to se, Thu grant hit me, Lefdi fulfillid of pité, That hi may be In joy wit thee To se thi sone in Trinité, That sufferid pine and ded for me And for al mankyn. His flesse was sprade on rode tre To leys us al of sine. Of sine and kar He maked us bar Wan he thollid pines sar. To drupe and dar We athe wel mare, Alse for the hondis doyt the har, Wan we thenke hu we sal far Wan he sal dem us alle; We sal haf ned thare Apan Mari to calle. §67 On hire is al mi lif ilong Of hwam ich wule singe, And herien hire ther among. Heo gon us bote bringe Of helle pine that is strong; Heo brohte us blisse that is long, Al thurht hire chilthinge. Ich bidde hire one mi song, Heo geove us god endinge Thah we don wrong. Thu art hele and lif ond liht, And helpest al monkunne; Thu us havest ful wel idight, Thu geve us weole and wunne. Thu brohtest dai, and Eve night; Heo broghte woht, thu broghtest right, Thu almesse and heo sunne. Bisih to me, lavedi bright, Hwenne ich schal wende heonne, So wel thu miht. Al this world schal ago With seorhe and with sore, And al this lif we schule forgo, Ne of thunche hit us so sore: This world nis butent ure ifo. Tharfore ich thenche hirne at go And do bi Godes lore; This lives blisse nis wurth a slo. Ich bidde, God, thin ore, Nu and everemo. To longe ich habbe sot ibeo; Wel sore ich me adrede; Iluved ich habbe gomen and gleo And prude and feire wede. Al that is dweole, wel i seo; Tharfore ich thenche sunne fleo And alle mine sot dede. Ich bidde hire to me biseo And helpe me and rede, That is so freo. Agult ich habbe, weilawei; Sunful ich am an wrecche. Awrec thee nu on me, levedi, Er deth me honne fecche. Do nim thee wreche — ich am redi — Other let me liven and amendi, That no feond me ne drecche. For mine sunnes ich am sori; Of this world ich ne recche. Levedi, merci. Amen. §68 Worsshipful maiden to the world, Marie, Modir moost lovynge unto al mankynde, Lady to whom al synful peple crie In hir distresse, have us in thy mynde! Thurgh thy benigne pitee, us unbynde Of our giltes, that in thy sones birthe To al the world broghtest the joie and mirthe. To whom shal I truste so sikirly, To axen help in my necessitee As unto thee, thow modir of mercy? For to the world mercy cam in by thee: Thow baar the Lord of mercy, lady free; Who may so lightly mercy us purchace Of God thy sone as thow, modir of grace? Lady, right as it is an impossible That thow sholdest nat have in remembrance Why thow baar God, so it is incredible To any wight of catholyk creaunce, Thee nat to reewe on our synful grevaunce. Forthy, lady benigne and merciable, Unto thy sone make us acceptable. O God, that maad art sone unto womman, For mercy, and thow womman which also By grace art maade modir to God and man, Outhir reewe on us wrecches ful of wo, Thou sparyng and thow preyynge, Or elles wisse us whidir for to flee To hem that been mercyfullere than yee. If it so be as wel I woot it is, That so grevous is myn iniquitee And that I have wroght so moche amis, So smal my feith, so slow my charitee, And, Lord, so unkonnynge is unto thee And thy modir my lewde orisoun, So imparfyt my satisfaccioun, That neithir of my giltes, indulgence, Ne grace of helthe in no maner wyse Disserved have I for my greet offense, Lo, that meene I that is my covetyse, That whereas my dissert may not souffyse, The grace and mercy of yow bothe tweye Ne faille nat: that is it that I preye. Mercyful Lord, have upon me mercy, And lady, thy sone unto mercy meeve. With herte contryt preye I thee meekly, Lady, thy pitee on me, wrecche, preeve; Bisyly preye, for I fully leeve For whom thow preyest, God nat list denye Thyn axynge, blessid maiden Marie! §69 Salve Hayl, oure patron and lady of erthe, Regina Qwhene of heven and emprys of helle: mater Moder of al blis thu art, the ferth misericordie Of mercy and grace the secunde welle. vita Lyfe come of thee as the sownde of a bell Dulcedo Swetnes thu art both moder and mayde, et spes nostra Oure hope with thee that we may dwelle Salve Hayl, ful of grace, as Gabriel sayd. Ad te To thee oure socour, our helpe, our trust, clamamus We crye, we pray, we make oure complaynt. Exules Exylde to pryson fro gostly lust, filii The childer of Adam that so was ataynte, Eve Of Eve our moder here ar we dreynte. Ad te To thee that byndes the fendes whelpe suspiramus We sighe, we grone; we wax al faynte, gementes Wepyng for sorow, gode lady, now helpe. Et flentes Wepyng for syn and for oure payne In hac In this derknes oure tyme we spende; lacrimarum Of teres the comforth is a swete rayne, valle In the wayle of grace it will discende. Eya Hafe done, gode lady, grace is thi frende; Ergo Therfore send us sum of thi grace. advocata Oure advocate make us afore our ende, 1 nostra Oure synnes to wesche whils we hafe space. Illos tuos miseri- cordes oculos Thi mercyful eene and lufly loke Ad nos converte Cast opon us for oure disporte, Et Ihesum And Jesu, thi babe, that thi flesche toke, Benedictum So blyssed a Lord make us supporte, Fructum That fruyt of lyfe may us comfort. ventris tui Of thi wome the fruyt may suffyse nobis To us whorby we may resorte post hoc Aftyr this exyle to paradyse. exilium Exyle is grevos in this derk werre; ostende Schewe us thi luf, the stronger to fyght. Benignum Benygne lady and our se sterre O clemens O buxum lanterne, gyf us thi lyght. O pia O meke, o chaste, o blistfull syght O dulcis O swete, o kynde, o gentyll and fre, maria Mary, with Jesu that joyful knyght, Salve Hayle and fare wele and thinke on me. § Amen §70 Mayden moder milde, Oiez cel oreysoun, From shome thou me shilde E de ly mal feloun. For love of thine childe, Me menez de tresoun: Ich wes wod ant wilde, Ore su en prisoun. Thou art feyr ant fre E plein de doucour; Of thee sprong the ble, Ly soverein creatour; Mayde, byseche y thee, Vostre seint socour, Meoke and mylde be with me, Pur la sue amour. Tho Judas Jesum founde, Donque ly beysa, He wes bete ant bounde, Que nus tous fourma. Wyde were is wounde Qe le gyw ly dona; He tholede hard stounde, Me poi le greva. On stou ase thou stode, Pucele, tot pensaunt, Thou restest thee under rode, Ton fitz veites pendant; Thou seghe is sides of blode, L'alme de ly partaunt. He ferede uch an fode En mound que fust vivaunt. Ys siden were sore, Le sang de ly cora; That lond wes forlore, Mes il le rechata. Uch bern that wes ybore En enfern descenda; He tholede deth ther fore, En ciel puis mounta. Tho Pilat herde the tydynge — Molt fu joyous baroun — He lette byfore him brynge Jesu Nazaroun. He was ycrouned kynge Pur nostre redempcioun; Whose wol me synge Avera grant pardoun. |
(see note) I am sorry pity lady fearful am I When I think about what I shall be What I have misdone foolish thought; (see note) hear my prayer; (see note) My prayer you hear Lady dear What I ask with rueful heart You support me here; (see note) While I am far away; (see note) Cause penance Deny me not your countenance; (see note) my final day devils (warlocks); here capture their prey; (see note) As I hear They are ready both night strong are they may not Against them stand, alas Unless you; courageous maiden With your son's When you come, they flee away Dare see Please grant me full of pity I with you (see note) Who; pain and death mankind body; stretched; cross release us all from sin sin; care made us bare (stripped us) When he suffered pains sore droop; remain still; (see note) ought all the more As the hare does for the hounds When we imagine how we should fare shall judge shall have need there; (see note) Upon; (see note) (see note) her; life's longing whom I will sing praise her; (see note) She has brought us remedy; (see note) From hell's suffering; fierce She brought; endures; (see note) through her birth-giving I pray [to] her in my song; (see note) [That] she give us good ending Though we do health; life and light; (see note) mankind You have; treated abundance; joy; (see note) You brought She brought woe; you brought; (see note) You charity; she sin Look after me, lady; (see note) When I shall go hence; (see note) As well you might shall go; (see note) sorrow; pain; (see note) life; shall give up; (see note) Nor think sorrowfully of it; (see note) is nothing but our enemy; (see note) Therefore I think of her always; (see note) according to God's teaching; (see note) life's; is not worth a berry; (see note) I pray; your mercy; (see note) Now; evermore Too long I have been a fool sorely; fear I have loved games and glee pride; fine clothing; (see note) error, well I see; (see note) I think to flee [from] sin; (see note) my foolish deeds; (see note) beg her to look after me; (see note) counsel; (see note) Who; noble; (see note) Guilt I have, alas I am sinful and wretched Chastise me now, lady; (see note) Before death takes me hence; (see note) Take your vengeance — I am ready; (see note) Or; live and amend no fiend torment me; (see note) sins; sorry I do not value this world; (see note) Lady, [have] mercy (see note) Mother most loving people cry their; mind Through; kind pity unbind us sins, who; son's birth joy surely ask came bore easily; obtain you, mother just as; impossibility should not remember you bore person of catholic (universal) belief not to pity our sinfulness Therefore; merciful son who is made son of woman Either pity us wretches; woe You (God) sparing; you (Mary) praying; (see note) Or else advise us where to flee To any who be more merciful than you know grievous; sinfulness done so much wrong inadequate my faith unpleasing ignorant prayer imperfect; satisfaction; (see note) neither for my guilt forgiveness Nor; salvation in any manner Deserved; great offense by which I mean my covetousness merit; suffice you both two Shall not fail move heart contrite pray prove your pity on me, [a] wretch Busily; believe God will not deny Your request (see note) (see note) Queen; empress; (see note) bliss; estuary; (see note) second well; (see note) comes from; sound Sweetness (see note) you our aide spiritual desire children; tainted overwhelmed binds; fiend's offspring grow faint good; (see note) (see note) darkness tears; rain Into; valley some wash [away]; have eyes; lovely gaze; (see note) pleasure took womb; suffice whereby; return After grievous; dark confusion show; love; (see note) Kind; sea gracious; give blissful noble (see note) (see note) (see note) Hear this prayer shame; shield And from the evil villain Lead me from treachery I was mad and wayward Now I am in prison fair and noble And full of gentleness (sweetness) person The sovereign creator; (see note) I beseech you Your holy aid For love of him When Judas found Jesus Then kissed him beaten and bound Who made us all Wide; his wounds Which the Jews gave him suffered great pain But little did he grieve In [the] place where you stood; (see note) Maiden, lost in melancholy You pause (rest yourself) under the cross See your son hanging You see his bloody sides The soul parting from him caused fear in everyone; (see note) Who lived in the world His sides The blood ran from them That land (the world) was lost But he redeemed it Every child who was born Descended to hell suffered death therefore [for them] Then rose to heaven When Pilate heard the news He was a most joyful nobleman commanded Jesus of Nazareth crowned For our redemption Whoever sings [with] me Will receive great pardon |