- Mentem tu casta dírige,
obscúra ne siléntia
ad dira cordis vúlnera
telis patéscant ínvidi.
- Vacent ardóre péctora,
faces nec ulla pérferant,
quæ nostro hæréntes sénsui
mentis vigórem sáucient.
- Præsta, Pater piíssime,
Patríque compar Unice,
cum Spíritu Paráclito
regnans per omne sǽculum. Amen.
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- Direct our mind to be chaste,
nor let dark silence
open the heart’s awful wounds
with the webs of envy.
- Let our hearts be free from passion’s fire,
let them bear no fiery grudge,
which, clinging to our senses,
may wound the mind’s vigor.
- Grant this, most blessed Father,
and Sole-Begotten, equal to the Father,
with the Spirit Paraclete
reigning through every age. Amen.
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