Ach! Ja, Matka tak zalosna!
Bolesc mnie sciska nieznosna,
Miecz me serce przenika. (2)
Czemusz, Matko ukochana!
Ciezko na sercu stroskana,
Czemusz wszystka truchlejesz? (2)
Co mie pytasz? Wszystkam w mdlosci,
Mowic nie moge z zalosci,
Krew mi Serce zalewa! (2)
Powiedz mi, O Pani moja,
Czemu blednieje twarz Twoja?
Czemu gorzkie lzy lejesz? (2)
Widze ze Syn ukochany,
W Ogrojcu caly zalany,
Potu krwawym potokiem! (2)
O Matko! Zrodlo milosci,
Niech czuje gwalt Twej zalosci,
Dozwol mi z soba plakac! (2) |
Oh, how sad and sorely stricken,
My soul tried by God, most Holy,
As the sword pierces my heart. (2)
Why, O Beloved Mother, are you worried?
Why your heart so heavily harried?
Why, Mother, are you dismayed? (2)
Ask me not, I'm faint with anguish;
I am speechless and I languish
With the pain that grips my heart. (2)
Tell me, tell me, Blessed Mary,
Why so pale, what grief you carry?
Why so bitterly you weep? (2)
Lo, see my Son dejected
In the Garden, all rejected,
Sweating blood in grief and pain. (2)
O Mother! Fount of love and sorrow,
May my spirit from you borrow
Some of your profound tears! (2) |