- Calígo terræ scínditur
percússa solis spículo,
rebúsque iam color redit
vultu niténtis síderis.
- Sic nostra mox obscúritas
fraudísque pectus cónscium,
ruptis retéctum núbibus,
regnánte palléscet Deo.
- Te, Christe, solum nóvimus,
te mente pura et símplici
rogáre curváto genu
flendo et canéndo díscimus.
- Inténde nostris sénsibus
vitámque totam díspice:
sunt multa fucis íllita
quæ luce purgéntur tua.
- Sit, Christe, rex piíssime,
tibi Patríque glória
cum Spíritu Paráclito,
in sempitérna sǽcula. Amen.
|
- Earth’s darkness is rent,
struck by the sun’s ray,
and it gives color back to each thing,
by the face of the shining star.
- Thus may our darkness
and spirit conscious of sin
uncovered by the breaking clouds
whiten under the ruling God.
- Christ, may we be acquainted with you alone,
may we learn to pray to you
with a pure and simple mind
singing and weeping on bent knee.
- Direct our senses
to see clearly all life's facets:
many things are smeared with disguises
which are purified by your light.
- Glory to you, Christ, most blessed king,
and to the Father,
with the Holy Spirit,
into eternal ages. Amen.
|
