3.
Wie, die hier niet schreien zoude, Als hij 't grievend leed aanschouwde,  Dat Maria's ziel verscheurt? Wie kan, zonder mee te wenen,  Christus' moeder horen stenen,  Nu zij met haar zoon hier treurt?

4.
Voor de zonden van de zijnen  Zag zij Jezus zo in pijnen,  En de wrede geselstraf,  Zag haar lieve Zoon zo lijden, Heel alleen de doodskamp strijden,  Totdat Hij zijn geest hergaf.

5.
Geef, o Moeder! bron van liefde,  Dat ik voel, wat U zo griefde,  Dat ik met U medeklaag.  Dat mij 't hart ontgloeit van binnen,  In mijn Heer en God te minnen,  Dat ik Hem alleen behaag.

6.
Heil'ge Moeder, wil mij horen,  Met de wonden mij doorboren,  Die Hij aan het kruishout leed.  Ach, dat ik de pijn gevoelde,  Die uw lieve Zoon doorwoelde,  Toen Hij stervend voor mij streed.

7.
Mocht ik klagen al mijn dag,  En zijn plagen waarlijk dragen,  Tot mijn jongste stervensmart.  Met U onder 't kruis te wenen,  Met uw rouw mij te verenen,  Dat verlangt mijn zuchtend hart.

8.
Maagd der maagden! nooit volprezen,  Wil voor mij niet bitter wezen,  Laat mij treuren  aan uw zij, Laat mij al de wrede plagen,  En de dood van Christus dragen,  Laat mij sterven zoals Hij.

9.
Laat zijn wonden mij doorwonden,  Worde ik bij zijn kruis verslonden  In het bloed van uwen Zoon.  Moge ik in het vuur niet branden,  Neem, o Maagd, mijn zaak in handen  In het oordeel voor Gods troon.

10.
Christus, moge ik eens behalen,  Als mijn levenszon gaat dalen,  Door uw Moeder, palm en prijs. En als 't lichaam dan zal sterven,  Doe mijn ziel de glorie ervan  Van het hemels paradijs. Amen.

(Alleluija)

Philip Glass: Hymne to the sun - Echnaton 6.17   MUZIEK

Thou dost appear beautiful
On the horizon of heaven
Oh, living Aten
He who was the first to live
When thou hast risen on the Eastern Horizon
Thou art fair, great, dazzling,
High above every land
Thy rays encompass the land
To the very end of all thou hast made

Antonio Vivaldi:  beatus vir 4.56 MUZIEK

Beatus vir qui timet Dominum:
In mandatis ejus volet nimis.
Potens in terra erit semen ejus:
Generatio rectorum,
Benedicetur.
Gloria et divitiae in domo ejus:
Et justitia ejus manet in saeculum saeculi.
Exortum est in tenebris
Lumen rectis misericors,
Et miserator et justus.
Jucundus homo qui miseretur et commodat,
Disponet sermones suos in judicio:
Quia in aeternum
Non commovebitur.
In memoria aeterna erit justus:
Ab auditione mala
Non timebit.
Paratum cor ejus sperare in Domino
Confirmatum est cor ejus:
Non commovebitur,
Donec despiciat inimicos suos.
Dispersit dedit pauperibus:
Justitia ejus manet in saeculum saeculi:
Cornu ejus exaltabiute in gloria.
Peccator videbet et irascetur,
Dentibus suis fremet, et tabescet
Desiderium peccatorum peribit.
Gloria Patri, Patri et Filio et Spiritui Sancto.
Sicut erat in principio,
Et nunc,
Et semper.
Et in saecula saeculorum.
Amen.

Hah
Hahye hahye aye hahye
BIS

Om maam na pum imjya
Kothbiro
Ke luru do ketaa-lha
Om maam pum imjya
Kothbiro
Ke luru do ketaa-lha

Hah
Hahye hahye aye hahye
BIS

Om maam pum imjya
Kothbiro
Ke luru do ketaa-lha
Om maam na pum imjya
Kothbiro
Ke luru do ketaa-lha

Hah
Hahye hahye hahye

Hah
Hahye hahye hahye

Yah yebi tom nuguee
Um kuru tili bare made
Kothbiro
Kem luru do ketaa-lha
BISThanks to danilofajardo

It is going to rain

Dear children,
the rain is coming,
bring the cows in the cattle,
bring in our wealth

vertaling: A.J. Samson

Nicolas Lens:  molitur memoria terra terra 6.03 MUZIEK

Molitur memoria molendatur continenter
In molina mentis olei non indiga

Putor anxius moribundae
Evanescit in defuncta
Et mutatur in amomum
Maeror ut superstitum
Luctus ut orborum
Videatur indecorus

O fortuna irreverens
O fortuna impudens
Improba que adstas hilaran

Praesentia tuan
Praesentia tua est quasi fortuita
Molitur memoria molendatur continenter
In molina mentis olei non indiga
In cinere corporis emeriti emoritur igneaus ardor
Tenuesque favillae nulla re nisi vi moventur venti
Molitur memoria molendatur continenter
In molina mentis olei non indiga

Eleni Karaindrou Euripides: Trojan Women first stasimon - an ode of tears 4.00

MUZIEK

oh, oh, oh, sing oh muse, sing oh muse, a new melody, a tune for the dead, an ode of tears on Troy's tomb, for Troy I shall now wail a melancholy melody - for Troy I shall now wail a melancholy melody.

I'll recount how I was lost and how I was enslaved, miserable me, by the Argeians'four-wheeled carriage.

How the Acheans left the Horse neighing to the sky with its golden ornaments outside our portals.

Sing oh muse, sing oh muse, a new melody, a tune for the dead, an ode of tears on Troy's tomb

Montserrat Figueras: El Canto de la Sybila II  7.13 MUZIEK

Sibila Galaica

Madre de Deus, ora por nos teu Fill' essa ora

U verrá na carne que quis fillar de ty, Madre, joyga-lo mundo cono podere de seu Padre.

Madre de Deus, ora por nos teu Fill' essa ora

E en aquel dia, quand'ele for mais irado, fais-lle tu emente com'en ti foi enserrado.

Madre de Deus, ora por nos teu Fill' essa ora

E u mostrat ele tod'estes grandes pavores, fas com 'avogada, ten voz de nos pecadores,

Madre de Deus, ora por nos teu Fill' essa ora

Que polos teus rogos nos le'ao parayso seu, u alegria ajamos por senpr'e riso

Madre de Deus, ora por nos teu Fill' essa ora

Henry Purcell:  Hear my prayer  2.13 MUZIEK

Hear my prayer, O Lord, and let my crying come unto Thee.

Thomas Tallis:  Santé Deus 5.25 MUZIEK

Sancte Deus, Sancte Fortis, Sancte et Immortalis, miserere nobis.
Nunc, Christe, te petimus, miserere, quaesumus.
Qui venisti redimere perditos, noli damnare redemptos:
Quia per crucem tuam redemisti mundum. Amen.

Holy God, Holy Mighty One, Holy and Immortal One, have mercy upon us.
Now, O Christ, we ask thee, we beseech thee, have mercy.
Thou who came to redeem the lost, do not condemn the redeemed:
For by thy cross thou hast redeemed the world. Amen.

Rouw 3

Cantigas de Santa Maria: Miragres fremosos 6.26 MUZIEK

Este é como Santa Maria fez cobrar seu pea ao come que o tallara con coyta de door.

Miragres fremosos faz por nos Santa Maria, e maravillosos

Fremosos miragres faz que en Deus creamos, e maravillosos, por que o mais temamos;  porend’un daquestes é ben que vos digamos, dos mais piadosos.

Miragres fremosos faz por nos Santa Maria, e maravillosos

Est’ave-o na terra que chaman Berria, Dun ome coytado a que o pe ardia, E na ssa eigereja ant’o altar jazia Ent‘ ourao coitosos

Miragres fremosos faz por nos Santa Maria, e maravillosos

Aquel mal do fogo atanto o coytava Que con coita dele o pe tallar mandava; E depois eno conto dos copos ficava, Desses mais astrosos.

Miragres fremosos faz por nos Santa Maria, e maravillosos

Pero  con tot’ esto sempr’ele confiando En Santa Maria e mercee chamando Que dos seus miragres en el fosse nostrando Non dos vagarosos

Miragres fremosos faz por nos Santa Maria, e maravillosos

E dizendo : « Ay, Virgin, tu que es escudo Sempre dos coitados, queras que acorrudo Seja per ti ; se non, serei oi mais te-udo Por dos mais nojosos

Miragres fremosos faz por nos Santa Maria, e maravillosos

Logo a Santa Virgen a el en dormindo Per aquel pe a mão yndo e vi-indo Trouxe muitas vezes, e de carne conprindo

Miragres fremosos faz por nos Santa Maria, e maravillosos

This is how Saint Mary saved a man’s foot, when he was in such pain that he would have severed it.

Saint Mary performs for us great and marvelous miracles

Great miracles that we may believe in God Marvelous miracles that we may fear Him;  Yet is good to tell you One of the most compassionate

Saint Mary performs

It took place in a village called Berria; A poor man, his foot burning With pain, was before the altar in the church With other unfortunate persons

Saint Mary performs

The burning pain was so intense That he thought he would have it Amputated: then would he be one of The most hapless of wretches.

Saint Mary performs

Nevertheless, keeping faith, He beseeched Saint Mary To perform one of her miracles On him without delay

Saint Mary performs

Saying: ‘O Virgin, you who always Protect the unfortunate, come to my aid, or Forever shall I be A most unhappy man.’

Saint Mary performs

And while he slept, the Holy Virgin Stroked his foot this way and that And soothed his flesh and the nerves of his toes

Saint Mary performs

And when he awoke, finding that he was healed, he touched his foot, and to be quite sure, he walked barefoot upon the ground, where lay he most indolent.

Saint  Mary performs...  

All those who heard him came at once and praised the Holy Virgin, and said that this was one of her most glorious miracles.

Saint  Mary performs...

Cantigas de Santa Maria: Santa maria Loei 5.15 MUZIEK

Santa Maria loei e loo e loarei

Ca, ontr’os que oge nados Son d’omees muit’onmrados, A mi á ela mostrados Mais b e, que contarei

Santa Maria loei e loo e loarei

Ca a mi de bõa gente Fez v-ir dereitamente E quis que mui chãamente Reinass’e e que fosse rei

Santa Maria loei e loo e loarei

E dos que me mal querian E buscavan e ordian Deu-lles o que merecian, Assi comwe provarei

Santa Maria loei e loo e loarei

A mi livrou d’oquijões, De mortes e de lijõnes ; Por que sabiades, varones, Qque por ela morrerei.

Santa Maria loei e loo e loarei

Holy Mary I have honoured, I hounour, and I will honour.

As of all people now living and most honourable it is to me that she showed much good, I will tell (of this)

Holy Mary I have honoured, I hounour, and I will honour.

For she caused me to be placed among good people and clearly wanted me to rule and be king.

Holy Mary I have honoured, I hounour, and I will honour. 

And to those who wished me ill And plotted against me, She gave her just deserts, As I will show

Holy Mary I have honoured, I hounour, and I will honour.

Se freed me from threats Of death and injury Therefore you must understand, oh lords, That I would die for her.

Holy Mary I have honoured, I hounour, and I will honour.

John Tavener: From Darkness into light o lux beata 2.17 MUZIEK

O LUX beata Trinitas,
et principalis Unitas,
iam sol recedit igneus,
infunde lumen cordibus.

Te mane laudum carmine,
te deprecemur vespere:
te nostra supplex gloria
per cuncta laudet saecula.

Deo Patri sit gloria,
eiusque soli Filio,
cum Spiritu Paraclito,
et nunc, et in perpetuum.

O light, blessed threeness and primal oneness: as the fiery sun sets pour light into our hearts

Already night approaches: grant us a peaceful night. Watch over us at sunrise, our only-begotten savior.

With song we praise you in the morning, we pray to you at sunset: with our “glory” may the suppliant praise you through every age.

John Tavener: Jube domino 4.22 MUZIEK

Jube domine leccionis nove melos cum laude transvehi celos ut te deum possimus laudare et tu nos benedicere dignare.

In principio erat verbum et verbum erat apud deum et deus erat verbum. Hoc erat in principio apud deum. Omnia per ipsum facta sunt el sine ipso faceum est nihil quod factum est. In ipso vita erat et vita erat lux hominum  et lux in tenebris lucet et tenebre eam non comprehenderunt.

Lord, command that the melody of the new reading be carried across the heavens with praise, so that we may praise you, God, and that you may deign to bless us.

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. The same was in the beginning with God.  All things were made by him; and without him was not any thing made that was made. In him was life; and the life was the light of men. And the light shineth in the darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not.

John 1,1-5, King James Bible

John Tavener: come and do your will 8.06 MUZIEK

Come and do Your will in me. Come when You wish and as You see fit. Come like a breeze, [come] like a blessing, if You think it right. Come like a thunderbolt to test me and burn up my being, If You rhink that is how it should be.

Let each journey freely on the road of his life. Let each sail on the sea of his uncertain fate.

Sail with the voyagers, Fare with the wayfarers, Heal the sick, 0 Physician of our souls and bodies.

Come and do Your will in me...

From the Hymn of Entry aud from the Orthodox Liturgy

Ella Vogola: Pierre de Grenoble 6.35 MUZIEK

Ella Vogola: Tjanne 4.33 MUZIEK

Ella Vogola: la guerre 5.42 MUZIEK

John Dowland: in darkness let me dwell 4.19 MUZIEK

In darkness let me dwell, the ground shall sorrow be,
The roof despair to bar all cheerful light from me,
The walls of marble black that moisten'd still shall weep,
My music hellish jarring sounds, to banish friendly sleep.
Thus wedded to my woes, and bedded to my tomb,
O, let me, living, living, die, till death do come.

John Dowland: Lacrima vera 5.36 (instrumentaal) MUZIEK

John Tavener: Birthday sleep 6.33 MUZIEK

Sleep. these ancient hours, while the reapers thresh - Sleep, first of flowers, infant of this flesh: The hills for you shall leap, winding rivers flash. Jerusalem rejoice.

And the mountain-ash - move above your sleep, move above your sleep.

Great the mystery stands ; over the dumb tree;  gift of buried hands - whom no eye can see - yet the sages love.

Rest within her silk, for the moving breast cannot give you milk till you hear the dove. Till you hear the dove. Then this giant weight. Vessel of her womb.

Birth will dedicate falling through the loom near the reapers' sound.

Heaven and Earth in dance moving, as the babe leapt with radiance and our life was found, and our life was found, where knees touched the ground, where knees touched the ground.

Vernon Watkins 1906-1967

John Tavener: as one who has slept 4.10 MUZIEK

As one who has slept, the Lord has risen, and rising He has saved us. Alleluia, alleluia

John Tavener: the bridal chamber 7.54 MUZIEK

Thy Bridal Chamber I see adorned, my Saviour, but I have no wedding garment that I may enter there. O Giver of Light, enlighten the vesture of my soul, and save me.

Fairuz: Ana Fezaari (I feel so afraid)  4.05  MUZIEK

I really dread that you would forget me. Your love might be true, yet I still feel so afraid. Give me just five minutes to listen to the music. What a music! Stay, it is too early to leave.”

Fairuz: Dhia'anou 3.15 MUZIEK

Rouw 4

Jalda Rebling - An alter nign: einsam 3.18 MUZIEK

Sieben Mäuschen, eine Maus schlafen auf den Dielen. Gute Nacht! sage ich und setze mir den Hut auf. Wohin geht man spät bei Nacht, einsam und allein? Eine Schenke om Markt winkt mir zu: Ich habe ein Fass goldenen Wein für dich! So öffne ich die Tür und trete ein. Keiner weiss, was ich sage oder will: Zwei Betrunkene, eine Flasche schlafen auf den Dielen. Lohnt es sich da mitzutun? Ich setze mir den Hut auf und ziehe weiter. Wohin geht man spät bei Nacht, einsam und allein?

Jalda Rebling - An alter nign: a dudele 6.35 MUZIEK

Herr der Welt, ich will dir ein Dudele singen! Ajeh emtso'echo, weajelo emtso'echo?

Wo kann ich dich finden und wo nicht? Wo ich geh und steh, bist du, du und wieder du! Geht es einem gut oder, unbeschrien, schlecht, ist es dein Werk. Du bist im Osten, im Westen, im Norden und im Süden, im Himmel und auf Erden

Jalda Rebling - An alter nign: An alter nign 8.42 MUZIEK

Arvo Part: An den Wasser zu Babel sassen wir und weinten  6.34 MUZIEK

"For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song: and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion! How can we sing the Lord's song in a strange land? If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning."

Arvo Part: De Profundis 6.52 MUZIEK

"Out  of the depths have I cried unto thee, O Lord...If Thou, Lord, shouldst mark iniquities, O Lord, who shall stand?" (Psalm 130)

Cecilia Bartoli:  Caldare:  selve amiche 3.07 MUZIEK

Selve amiche, ombrose piante,
Fido albergo del mio core,
Chiede a voi quest’alma amante
Qualche pace al suo dolore.

Vriendelijke bossen, schaduwrijke planten Trouw onderkomen van mijn hart, Deze verliefde ziel vraagt van jullie Een beetje rust van mijn smart.

Cecilia Bartoli: Caccini: tu ch’hai lep enne,amore 2.08 MUZIEK

Tu ch'hai le penne Amore
E sai spiegarle a volo,
Deh muovi ratto un volo Fin là
dov'è'l mio core,
E se non sai la via,
Co' miei sospir t'invia

Va pur ch'il troverrai
Tra 'l velo e 'l bianco seno,
O tra 'l dolce sereno
De' luminosi rai,
O tra bei nodi d'oro
Del mio dolce tesoro

As you have feathers, Cupid,
and know how to spread them out to fly;
fly, then, quickly
to the place where my heart is;
and if you do not know the way
through my sighs I'll send you (signs);

Go, then, so that you will find it
either between the voile and the white breast,
or in the sweet serenity of bright rays,
or among the golden knots
of my sweet treasure.

Jacques Brel: ne me quitte pas 4.14 MUZIEK

Ne me quitte pas
Il faut oublier
Tout peut s'oublier
Qui s'enfuit déjà
Oublier le temps
Des malentendus
Et le temps perdu
A savoir comment
Oublier ces heures
Qui tuaient parfois
A coups de pourquoi
Le coeur du bonheur
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas

Moi je t'offrirai
Des perles de pluie
Venues de pays
Où il ne pleut pas
Je creuserai la terre
Jusqu'après ma mort
Pour couvrir ton corps
D'or et de lumière
Je ferai un domaine
Où l'amour sera roi
Où l'amour sera loi
Où tu seras reine
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas

Ne me quitte pas
Je t'inventerai
Des mots insensés
Que tu comprendras
Je te parlerai
De ces amants-là
Qui ont vu deux fois
Leurs coeurs s'embraser
Je te raconterai
L'histoire de ce roi
Mort de n'avoir pas
Pu te rencontrer
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas

On a vu souvent
Rejaillir le feu
D'un ancien volcan
Qu'on croyait trop vieux
Il est paraît-il
Des terres brûlées
Donnant plus de blé
Qu'un meilleur avril
Et quand vient le soir
Pour qu'un ciel flamboie
Le rouge et le noir
Ne s'épousent-ils pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas

Ne me quitte pas
Je ne vais plus pleurer
Je ne vais plus parler
Je me cacherai là
A te regarder
Danser et sourire
Et à t'écouter
Chanter et puis rire
Laisse-moi devenir
L'ombre de ton ombre
L'ombre de ta main
L'ombre de ton chien
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas

Laat me niet alleen
Toe, vergeet de strijd
Toe, vergeet de nijd
Laat me niet alleen
En die domme tijd
Vol van misverstand
Ach vergeet hem, want
het was verspilde tijd
Hoe vaak hebben wij
Met een snijdend woord
Ons geluk vermoord
Kom, dat is voorbij
Laat me niet alleen
Laat me niet alleen
Laat me niet alleen
Laat me niet alleen

Lief, ik zoek voor jou
In het stof van de wegen
De paarlen van regen
De paarlen van dauw
Ik zal heel mijn leven
Werken zonder rust
Om jou licht en lust,
goud en goed te geven
Ik sticht een gebied
Waar de liefde troont
Waar de liefde loont
Waar jouw wil geschiedt
Laat me niet alleen
Laat me niet alleen
Laat me niet alleen

Laat me niet alleen
Ik bedenk voor jou
Woorden rood en blauw
Taal voor jou alleen
En met warme mond
Zeggen wij elkaar
Eens was er een paar
Dat zichzelf weer vond
Ook vertel ik jou
Van de koning
Die stierf van nostalgie
Hunkerend naar jou
Laat me niet alleen
Laat me niet alleen
Laat me niet alleen
Laat me niet alleen

Want uit een vulkaan
Die was uitgeblust
Breekt zich na wat rust
Toch het vuur weer baan
En op oude grond
Ziet men vaak het graan
Heel wat hoger staan
Dan op verse grond
Het wit mint het zwart
Zwakheid mint de kracht
Daglicht mint de nacht
Mijn hart mint jouw hart
Laat me niet alleen
Laat me niet alleen
Laat me niet alleen
Laat me niet alleen

Laat me niet alleen
Nee, ik huil niet meer
Nee, ik spreek niet meer
Want ik wil alleen
Horen hoe je praat
Kijken hoe je lacht
Weten hoe je zacht
Door de kamer gaat
Nee, ik vraag niet meer
Ik wil je schaduw zijn
Ik wil je voetstap zijn
Ik wil je adem zijn
Laat me niet alleen
Laat me niet alleen
Laat me niet alleen
Laat me niet alleen

Vertaling Ernst van Altena

Jacques Brel: Le plat pays 2.43 MUZIEK

Avec la mer du Nord pour dernier terrain vague
Et des vagues de dunes pour arrêter les vagues
Et de vagues rochers que les marées dépassent
Et qui ont à jamais le coeur à marée basse
Avec infiniment de brumes à venir
Avec le vent de l'est écoutez-le tenir
Le plat pays qui est le mien

Avec des cathédrales pour uniques montagnes
Et de noirs clochers comme mâts de cocagne
Où des diables en pierre décrochent les nuages
Avec le fil des jours pour unique voyage
Et des chemins de pluies pour unique bonsoir
Avec le vent d'ouest écoutez-le vouloir
Le plat pays qui est le mien

Avec un ciel si bas qu'un canal s'est perdu
Avec un ciel si bas qu'il fait l'humilité
Avec un ciel si gris qu'un canal s'est pendu
Avec un ciel si gris qu'il faut lui pardonner
Avec le vent du nord qui vient s'écarteler
Avec le vent du nord écoutez-le craquer
Le plat pays qui est le mien

Avec de l'Italie qui descendrait l'Escaut
Avec Frida la blonde quand elle devient Margot
Quand les fils de novembre nous reviennent en mai
Quand la plaine est fumante et tremble sous juillet
Quand le vent est au rire quand le vent est au blé
Quand le vent est au sud écoutez-le chanter
Le plat pays qui est le mien.

MIJN VLAKKE LAND
Wanneer de Noordzee koppig breekt aan hoge duinen
En witte vlokken schuim uiteenslaan op de kruimen,
Wanneer de norse vloed beukt aan het zwart basalt
En over dijk en duin de grijze nevel valt
Wanneer bij eb het strand woest is als een woestijn
En natte westenwinden gieren van venijn,
Dan vecht mijn land...Mijn vlakke land...
Wanneer de regen daalt op straten, pleinen, perken,
Op dak en torenspits van hemelhoge kerken,
Die in dit vlakke land de enige bergen zijn,
Wanneer onder de wolken mensen dwergen zijn,
Wanneer de dagen gaan in domme regelmaat
En bolle oostenwind het land nog vlakker slaat,
Dan wacht mijn land...Mijn vlakke land...
Wanneer de lage lucht vlak over het water scheert,
Wanneer de lage lucht ons nederigheid leert,
Wanneer de lage lucht er grijs als leisteen is,
Wanneer de lage lucht er vaal als keileem is,
Wanneer de noordenwind de vlakte vierendeelt,
Wanneer de noordenwind er onze adem steelt,
Dan kraakt mijn land...Mijn vlakke land...
Wanneer de Schelde blinkt in zuidelijke zon
En elke Vlaamse vrouw flaneert in zon-japon
Wanneer de eerste spin z'n lentewebben weeft
Of dampende het veld in juli-zonlicht heeft,
Wanneer de zuidenwind er schatert door het graan
, wanneer de zuidenwind er jubelt langs de baan,
Dan juicht mijn land...Mijn vlakke land...

Christina Branco: ai vida 3.48 MUZIEK

Porque é longa a minha sede - Trago a alma insaciada - Uma voz sem tom nem tempo - Age oculta p'la calada

Sou a solidão do templo - Quando o nevoeiro cerra - Sou a estranha flôr ao vento - No esquecimento da Terra.

Num intenso gesto de alma - Sou esta pena de me achar tão só - Tanto e tão pouco! Ai vida!

Porque é longa a minha sede - Busco a fonte desejada - Uma voz sem tom nem tempo  -Que se oculta em mim, calada...

Intense is my thirst. that's why , I carry my insatiable soul - Avoice without tone, without time Secretly works in the shadows.

I am the solitude of the temple When the fog is all-enveloping, I am the strange flower, in the face of the wind / oblivious of the earth.

With an intense gesture of my soul I am this sadness at being so lonely - So much and so little! Alas. Life!

Intense is my thirst that's why I seek after the' desired source - A voice without tone, Without time - That hides within me, in silence.

Christina Branco: post scriptum 2.56 MUZIEK

Afasto de ti com Raiva surda o corpo as mãos o pensamento e apago secreta uma a uma as velas acesas do teu vento

Liberta ponho o corpo em seu lugar vislo a cidade penteio um rio sedento penso que ganho e fujo e não entendo penso que durmo mas não consigo o tempo

E cede-se o vazio sobre o meu ventre e segue-se a saudade em seu sustento e digo este meu vicio dos teus olhos de um verde tão lento muito lento

Se penso que te deixo já te quero se pensa que' recuso já te anseio  se penso que te odeio já te espero et torno a oferecer-te o que receio se penso que me calo  já te grito

Se penso que me escondo já me ofereço  se penso que não sinto é porque minto se penso que me olhas Já estremeço.

I remove from you With a veiled anger Body Hands Thought And one by one I secredly blow out The candles your breath has kindled.

Set free, I put my body in its place - I dress the city again I comb out the hair of a parched river I think J have won And I flee I don't understand,  I think I'm asleep But I can't find Time.

Then comes the emptiness upon my belly And nostalgia comes with it Heightening it more. 

I read my vice In your eyes Slow green eyes such a slow green. If I think of leaving you  I already want you.

I fi think of turning you away I already desire you. If  think of hating you I already hope for you And once again I offer you what I fear. I think of falling silent I already screm for you.

If I think of hiding I already give myself up, If I think I feel nothing lt's because I'm lying. If I think you're watching me I tremble already.

Tallis scolars: Allegri: misere 12.27 MUZIEK

Miserere mei, Deus, secundum misericordiam tuam;
et secundum multitudinem miserationum tuarum
dele iniquitatem meam.

Amplius lava me ab iniquitate mea
et a peccato meo munda me.

Quoniam iniquitatem meam ego cognosco,
et peccatum meum contra me est semper.

Tibi, tibi soli peccavi et malum coram te feci,
ut iustus inveniaris in sententia tua et aequus in iudicio tuo.

Ecce enim in iniquitate generatus sum,
et in peccato concepit me mater mea.

Ecce enim veritatem in corde dilexisti
et in occulto sapientiam manifestasti mihi.

Asperges me hyssopo, et mundabor;
lavabis me, et super nivem dealbabor.

Audire me facies gaudium et laetitiam,
et exsultabunt ossa, quae contrivisti.

Averte faciem tuam a peccatis meis
et omnes iniquitates meas dele.

Cor mundum crea in me, Deus,
et spiritum firmum innova in visceribus meis.

Ne proicias me a facie tua
et spiritum sanctum tuum ne auferas a me.

Redde mihi laetitiam salutaris tui
et spiritu promptissimo confirma me.

Docebo iniquos vias tuas,
et impii ad te convertentur.

Libera me de sanguinibus, Deus, Deus salutis meae,
et exsultabit lingua mea iustitiam tuam.

Domine, labia mea aperies,
et os meum annuntiabit laudem tuam.

Non enim sacrificio delectaris;
holocaustum, si offeram, non placebit.

Sacrificium Deo spiritus contribulatus;
cor contritum et humiliatum, Deus, non despicies.

Benigne fac, Domine, in bona voluntate tua Sion,
ut aedificentur muri Ierusalem.

Tunc acceptabis sacrificium iustitiae, oblationes et holocausta;
tunc imponent super altare tuum vitulos.

Lama Karta: Prayer to Three Great Tibetains 5.18 MUZIEK

Lama Karta: Mantra of Mahakala 6.45 MUZIEK

Rouw 5 

Montserrat Figueras: Lullaby: my little sweet darling 3.59 MUZIEK

My little sweet darling,

My comfort and my joy.

Sing lullaby, lully.

In beauty surpassing

The princes of Troy

Sing lullaby, lully.

Now suck, child and sleep, child

Thy mother’s sweet boy

Sing lullaby, lully.

Thegods bless and keep

The from cruel amoy

Sing lully, lully, lully

Sweet baby, lully, lully

Sweet baby, lullaby, lully

Montserrat Figueras: berceuse  amazigh (Berbers) 2.32 MUZIEK

I met my big brother,

Sleep

And he asked me:

What are carrying ion your back?

I answered: the moon.

The moon is very sad.

I asked her:

Where is happiness?

And she answered:

Happiness is with others.

I carried the moon on my back,

And I walked and I wept.

Moon, you are hungry

You are sleepy,

All of nature shivers with cold.

I met Sleep,

And he asked me

What I carried on my back.

I answered that I carried

Nothing but the moon,

And he said:

Rock her to sleep, rock her to sleep.

Montserrat Figueras: berceuse ladino nani nani 6.01 MUZIEK

Montserrat Figueras: canco de Bressol mareta, mareta, no’m faces plorar 6.02

MUZIEK

Mareta, mareta, no'm faces plorar,
compra'm la nineta avui qu'es el meu sant.
Que tinga la nina hermosos els ulls,
la cara molt fina i els cabells molt rull.

Marieta, Marieta jo es cantaré
una cançoneta que ta adormiré.
Dorm-te, neneta, dorm si tens son.
Dorm-te, neneta, dorm si tens son.

Mommy, dear Mommy, don't make me cry,
Today is my saint's day, so buy me a doll.
Let the doll have beautiful eyes,
A pretty face and very curly hair.

Mary, little Mary, I will sing you
A ditty and I'll lull you to sleep.
Sleep, little one, sleep, if you're sleepy.
Sleep, little one, sleep, if you're sleepy.

Montserrat Figueras: berceuse Hebraic: noumi noumi yaldati4.21 MUZIEK

Hush now, go to sleep

Hush now, go to sleep

Hush now, sleep, my little baby girl,

Hush now, go to sleep

Hush now, sleep, my little baby girl,

Your daddy’s gone to work,

Your daddy gas gone, has gone.

When the moon has risen he’ll come back home

Bringing a gift for his little one

Hush now, go to sleep

Your daddy’s is gone to the vineyard

Your daddy gas gone, has gone.

When the stars have risen he’ll come back home,

Bringing some grapes for his little one.

Hush now, go to sleep

Montserrat Figueras: canco de Bressol: la mare de déu 6.56 MUZIEK

La mare de Déu

Quant era xiqueta

Anava a costura

A apprendre de lletra,

An con coixinet

I la cistelleta.

En el cistellet

Duu quatre pometes

Un boci de pa.

També avellanetes ;

Hi porta nous

I alguna panseta.

Els angels cantaven :

Garindó, garindeta !

Estant retirada

En un cambreta,

L ´angel n´hi va entrar

Per la finestreta :

Déu vos guard Maria,

De gracia sou plena.

De nuit de Nadal

Parireu vos, Verge.

En tindreu un noi

Bonit com l´estrella.

Sera vostre fill,

Sera fill de verge.

Per nom se dira,

Per nom se nomena,

Per nom Salvador

De cel y de terra.

Se dira Jesús,

Rei de cel i terra.

The mother of God

When she was a young girl,

The mother of God

Went to the school

Her letters to learn

Carrying a cushion

And a basket she went.

In her basket were

Four little apples,

A crust of bread

And some hazelnuts, too,

she carried some walnuts

and raisins, just a few.

The angels were singing,

- `Garindó, garindeta´

As she sat all alone,

An angel came in

At the window of her room:

God keep thee, Mary,

Full of grace.

On Christmas night,

A Virgin withal,

A little boy child,

As lovely as a star,

To thee shall be born.

Thy son he shall be,

The son of a virgin born.

The child shall be called,

His name shall be Savior

Of heaven and earth.

His name shall be Jesus,

Of heaven and earth the king.

Cecilia Bartoli: Caccini: Amarili 3.11 MUZIEK

Amarilli, mia bella, Non credi, o del mio cor dolce desio, D'esser tu l'amor mio? Credilo pur: e se timor t'assale, [Dubitar non ti vale.] Aprimi il petto e vedrai scritto in core: Amarilli, Amarilli, Amarailli è il mio amore

Amaryllis, my lovely one, do you not believe, o my heart's sweet desire, That you are my love? Believe it thus:  and if fear assails you, Doubt not its truth. Open my breast and see written on my heart: Amaryllis, Amaryllis, Amaryllis, Is my beloved.

Cecilia Bartoli: Vivaldi: Sposa son deprezzata 5.54 MUZIEK

Sposa son disprezzata,
fida son oltraggiata,
cieli che feci mai?
E pur egl'è il mio cor
il mio sposo, il mio amor,
la mia speranza.
 

L'amo ma egl'è infedel
spero ma egl'è crudel,
morir mi lascierai?
O Dio manca il valor
valor e la costanza

I am a scorned wife,
faithful, yet insulted.
Heavens, what did I do?
And yet he is my heart,
my husband, my love,
my hope.
 

I love him, but he is unfaithful,
I hope, but he is cruel,
will he let me die?
O God, valor is missing -
valor and constancy

Christina Branco: primavera 3.30 MUZIEK

Todo o amor que nos prendera
Como se fora de cera
Se quebrava e desfazia
Ai funesta primavera
Quem me dera, quem nos dera
Ter morrido nesse dia

E condenaram-me a tanto
Viver comigo meu pranto
Viver, viver e sem ti
Vivendo sem no entanto
Eu me esquecer desse encanto
Que nesse dia perdi

Pão duro da solidão
É somente o que nos dão
O que nos dão a comer
Que importa que o coração
Diga que sim ou que não
Se continua a viver

Todo o amor que nos prendera
Se quebrara e desfizera
Em pavor se convertia
Ninguém fale em primavera
Quem me dera, quem nos dera
Ter morrido nesse dia

Christina Branco: Lisboa de Paixoes 3.26 MUZIEK

Lisboa
Terra de todos e ninguém.
A que Deus deu o encanto.
A ti, cidade ninguém
Nua de mim em pranto
luz divina de sol
E triste...
triste de vento.

Mas é assim Lisboa, do?­da de choro
Que encaminho a alma do meu fado
Em direccão aos becos do teu corpo.

Não és minha, não, Lisboa
és de Deus e Além,
Do mar e Universo.

Lisboa.
Já te escreveram de paixões
Corpos ardendo... por ti!
E eu que já te cantei em versos sonhados!

Mas é assim Lisboa......
 

Agnes Buen Garnas, Jan Gabarek: Rosenfole 2.48 MUZIEK

De stem van de wind

Agnes Buen Garnas,Jan Gabarek: Maalfri mi fruve 5.22 MUZIEK

Agnes Buen Garnas,Jan Gabarek: Venelite 7.39 MUZIEK

Tallis scolars: Lassus: Salve regina 3.57 MUZIEK

Salve, Regina, mater misericordiae:
Vita, dulcedo, et spes nostra, salve.
Ad te clamamus, exsules, filii Hevae.
Ad te suspiramus, gementes et flentes
in hac lacrimarum valle.
Eia ergo, Advocata nostra,
illos tuos misericordes oculos
ad nos converte.
Et Iesum, benedictum fructum ventris tui,
nobis, post hoc exsilium ostende.
O clemens: O pia: O dulcis
Virgo Maria.

Hail, holy Queen, Mother of Mercy!
Our life, our sweetness, and our hope!
To thee do we cry, poor banished children of Eve,
to thee do we send up our sighs,
mourning and weeping in this valley, of tears.
Turn, then, most gracious advocate,
thine eyes of mercy toward us;
and after this our exile show unto us the
blessed fruit of thy womb Jesus;
O clement, O loving, O sweet virgin Mary.

Tallis scolars: Lassus: Ave regina caelorum 3.52 MUZIEK

Ave Domina Angelorum:
Salve radix, salve porta,
[or Salve, radix sancta,]
Ex qua mundo lux est orta:
Gaude Virgo gloriosa,
Super omnes speciosa,
Vale, o valde decora,
Et pro nobis Christum [semper] exora.

Hail, Queen of the heavens,
Hail, ruler of the angels:
Hail, root, hail, portal
[or Hail, holy root]
From whom light has shone to the world.
Hail, Virgin most glorious,
Beautiful above all,
Farewell, O most comely,
And pray [always] to Christ for us.

Rouw 6

Allegri - misere mei 14.51 muziek

Jordi Savall Cancons de catlunia - el comte Arnau 13.19 muziek

Las comtessa està asseguda viudeta igual!
La comtessa està asseguda al seu palau.

Se li presenta a la cambra, valga'm Déu, val!
se li presenta a la cambra el comte Arnau.

Tot cobert de roges flames, ai quin espant!
tot cobert de roges flames, valga'm Déu, val!

Tota sola feu la vetlla, muller lleial?
tota sola feu la vetlla, viudeta igual.

- No la faig jo tota sola, comte l'Arnau,
no la faig jo tota sola, valga'm Déu, val!

Qui teniu per companyia, muller lleial?
qui teniu per companyia, viudeta igual?

- Déu i la Verge Maria, comte l'Arnau;
Déu i la Verge Maria, valga'm Déu, val!

On teniu les vostres filles, muller lleial?
on teniu les vostres filles, viudeta igual?

- A la cambra són que broden, comte l'Arnau,
a la cambra són que brodrem seda i estam.

- Me les deixaríeu veure, muller lleial?
me les deixaríeu veure, viudeta igual?

- Massa les espantatíeu, comte l'Arnau,
massa les espantaríeu, valga'm Déu, val!

- Deixeu-me endur una filla, muller lleial,
que amb mi passarà les penes que estic passant.

- Així com les heu guanyades, valga'm Déu, val!
tot sol com pugueu passeu-les, comte l'Arnau.

- Solament la més xiqueta, muller lleial,
solament la més xiqueta, viudeta igual.

- Tant m'estimo la més xica, comte l'Arnau,
tant m'estimo la més xica com la més gran.

- Per què no caseu les filles, muller lleial?
per què no tinc dot per dar-los, valga'm Déu val!

- Al capdavall de l'escala, muller lleial,
al capdavall de l'escala n'hi ha l'arjan.

- Són monedes mal guanyades, valga'm Déu, val!
són monedes mal guanyades, comte l'Arnau.

- On teniu els vostres fills, muller lleial?
on teniu els vostres fills, viudeta igual?

- A la cambra són , que juguen, valga'm Déu, val!
a la cambra són, que juguen, comte l'Arnau.

-On teniu vostres criades, muller lleial?
on teniu vostres criades, viudeta igual.

Massa les espantaríeu, comte l'Arnau,
massa les espantaríeu, valga'm Déu, val!

- On teniu els vostres mossos, muller lleial?
on teniu els vostres mossos, viudeta igual?

- A la pallissa, que dormen, comte l'Arnau,
a la pallisa, que dormen, valga'm Déu, val!

-Pagueu-los bé la soldada, muller lleial;
ja veieu les meves penes, viudeta igual!

-Per on heu entrat, vós, ara, comte l'Arnau?
per on heu entrat, vós, ara, valga'm Déu, val?

-Per la finestra enreixada, muller lleial,
per la finestra enreixada, viudeta igual.

- Ai, que me l'haureu cremada, comte l'Arnau,
ai, que m'e l'haureu cremada, valga'm Déu, val!

- Ni tan sols us l'he tocada, muller lleial,
ni tan sols us l'he tocada, viudeta igual!

- Què és això que us surt del cap, comte l'Arnau?
què és això que us surt del cap, valga'm Déu val?

-Males coses que he pensades, muller lleial,
són les males llambregades, viudeta igual.

-Què és això que us ix pels nassos, comte l'Arnau?
què és això que us ix pels nassos, valga'm Déu, val'

-són les coses que he olorades, muller lleial,
són les coses que he olorades, viudeta igual.

-Què és lo que us ix per la boca, comte l'Arnau?
què és lo que us ix per la boca, valga'm Déu, val?

-són les males paraulades, muller lleial,
són les males paraulades, viudeta igual.

-Què vos ix per les orelles, comte l'Arnau?
què vos ix per les orelles, valga'm déu, val?

-Males coses que escoltades, muller lleial,
males coses que he escoltades, viudeta igual.

- què és això que us ix pels braços, comte l'Arnau?
què és això que us ix pels braços, valga'm Déu, val?

- són les males abraçades, muller lleial,
són les males abraçades, viudeta igual.

-què és lo que us ix per les mans, comte l'Arnau?
què és lo que us ix per les mans, valga'm Déu, val?

- Males coses que he tocades, muller lleial,
males que he tocades, viudeta igual.

-què és això que us ix pels peus, comte l'Arnau?
què és això que us ix pels peus, valga'm déu, val?

-Els mals passos que donava, muller lleial,
els mals passos que donava, viudeta igual.

-què és aquest soroll que sento, comte l'Arnau?
què és aquest sorrol que sento que ne dón espant?

-És el cavall que m'espera, muller lleial,
és el cavall que m'espera, viudeta igual.

- Baixeu-li grana i civada, comte l'Arnau,
baixeu-li grana i civada, valga'm Déu, val!

- No menja gra ni civada, muller lleial
sinó ànimes damnades, si n'hi donau.

- On vos han donat posada, comte l'Arnau?
on vos han donat posada, valga'm Déu, val?

- A l'infern me l'han donada, muller lleial,
a l'infern me l'han donada, viudeta igual.

-Per què alli us l'han donada, comte l'Arnau?
per què allí us l'han donada, valga'm Déu val?

-Per soldades mal pagades, muller lleial,
i donzelles deshonrades, viudeta igual.

-Cada dia us faig l'oferta, comte l'Arnau,
cada dia us faig l'oferta, valga'm Déu val!

-Us dic que no em feu l'oferta, muller lleial,
us dic que no em feu l'oferta, viudeta igual,

que com més me feu l'oferta, muller lleial
que com més me feu l'oferta, més pena em dau!

Feu-ne tancar aquella mina, muller lleial
que com més me feu l'oferta, més pena em dau!

Feu-ne tancar aquella mina, muller lleial,
que dóna al convent de monges de Sant Joan.

quina hora és, que el gall ja canta, muller lleial?
quina hora és , que el gall ja canta, viudeta igual?

-Les dotze hores són tocades, comte l'Arnau,
les dotze hores són tocades, valga'm Déu, val!

- Ara, per la despedida, muller lleial,
ara, per la despedida, dem-nos les mans.

- Massa me les cremaríeu, comte l'Arnau,
massa me les cremaríeu, valga'm Déu, val!
 

Veljo tormis forgotten people  4 wee winky mouse 2.53  muziek

Where are  you running, wee winkie mouse,

Pai-pai-pai-pai?

To carry the wood, to heat the sauna,

Pai-pai-pai.

You’ll sufocate in the smoke.

I’ll crawl under the platform.

What will you eat there?

What will you drink?

I’ll eat some mud, I’ll drink some mire.

You’ll get a swollen belly.

I’ll prick it with a needle.

Wouldn't It smart?

I’ll smear same butter on it.

Where do you get the butter from?

I’ll take it from the grandmother's churn.

Where does the grandmother get it from?

From the udder of a piebald cow.

Where does the piebald cow get it from?

From the head of a green bulrush.

Where does tile bulrush get it from?

From the dew in the morning.

Where does the morning dew get it from?

From the bottom of a deep river.

Veljo tormis forgotten people 6 The Ritual whisking of the bridge 1.06 muziek

Whisk, whisk, whisk yourself, my little sister,

Whisk, whisk yourself, my little sister,

With three birch twigs,

With three birch twigs

With five thin switches,

With five thin switches.

The water From the brook is for luck.

The water from the brook is far luck,

The water from the river for strength,

The water from the river for strength,

The water from the sea for wisdom,

The water from the sea for wisdom,

The water from the spring for success,

The water from the spring for success.

Veljo tormis forgotten people 15 The wedding song 1.56  muziek

Maroi, my sister,

oidai, Maroi,

Maroi, my sister

l  was telling you all last summer,

Oida;, and wailing the whole,

And wailing the whole year through

"Let us build our abode in the sands,

Oidai, let us build it,

Let us build it in the Kaarosta' village street.

That's the place where the suitors won't come,

Oidai, and the pipe-smokers,

And the pipe-smokers wilI not reach."

But you replied,

Oidai, but you,

But you replied:

"I've got a sword in a bushel,

Oidai, and a shield,

And a shield in the chest.

I’ll put the suitors to death,

Oaidai, and bury the pipe-,

And bury the pipe-smokers deep."

Chanticleer - Sound in spirit - cor meum est templum 3.59 muziek

Cor meum

Cor meum est templum sacrum

Sanctius quam etiam mente concipiam

Sapientius quam etiam mea labra loqui possint

Fons mysterii et gratiae.

Cor meum primo tu creavisti vero

Et multis cum mirandis complevisti.

Quod fingens cum manibus tuis formasti

Et simul cum spiritu tuo tetigisti.

Cor meum in tempestavistate sua mihi se detegit

Et aurea venustate flumina

Fluentia monstrans

Me ad itinera infiniti splendoris abscondita perducit.

Tranquillitas tua expectantem tempus eius me tangit.

Et cor meum tuum ut

domum ubertim et perplexum fecisti,

Ut aedem sapientiae ultro

intelligentiam meam formasti

Ut templum gratiarum et mysteriorum

cum tuis manibus finxisti.

Translated into Latin by Edward J. Vodoklys, S.J.

My heart

My heart is a holy place

Wiser and holier than I know it to be

Wiser than my lips can speak

A spring of mystery and grace.

You have created my heart

And have filled it with things of wonder.

You have sculpted it, shaped it with your hands

Touched it with your breath.

In its own season it reveals itself to me

It shows me rivers of gold

Flowing in elegance

And hidden paths of infinite beauty.

You touch me with your stillness as 1 await its time.

You have made it a dwelling

place of richness and intricacies

Of wisdom beyond

my understanding

Of grace and mysteries,

from your hands.

Patricia Van Ness

Chanticleer - Sound in spirit - motet for 12 singers 5.44 muziek

music by Carlos Rafael Rivera

gebaseerd op het middelste pad van de Boeddha:

neither is it asserted

that all (the elements) are unreal

nore are they all realities;

because there is existence,

and also non-existence,

and (again0 existence:

this is the Middle Path!

Chanticleer - beata - mass for the blessed virgin 8.28 muziek

plainsong

Beata viscera Mariae Virginis, quae portaverunt aeterni Patris filium.

Blessed entrails of the Blessed Virgin Mary, which carried the Son of the Eternal Father.

Chanticleer - Sound in spirit - o sacrum convivium 4.30 muziek

O sacrum convivium -  music: Tomas Luis de Victoria

O sacrum convivium

In quo Christus sumitur recolitur

Memoria pasionis ejus.

Mens impletur gratia

Et future gloriae nobispignus datur.

Alleluja

Thomas  Aquinas

O holy meeting

In which Christ is received,

The memory of his passion is recalled,

The soul is filled with grace,

And a pledge of future glory is given to us.

Alleluia.

Chanticleer - cantigas de santa Maria 9.17 muziek

como pod'a groriosa - Alfonso X de Castille

Just as the Glorious One can cause the dead to live, so can She straighten the limbs of cripples.

Concerning this, I shall tell a miracle which She performed in the Great Port, which belongs to the Glorious Queen of Great Worth, for a crippled girl who became there from Jerez, for she had been born there, as I heard tell.

Just as the Glorious...

This girl's feet were so contorted that they were turned completely backwards, as I learned. Therefore, her father brought her there on a pilgrimage and held novenas there to cure her of that malady.

Just as the Glorious...

Whereby it happened one night that her feet began to hurt badly while she was sleeping, and she woke up immediately. The pain was so intense that she cried out loudly as though she had been wounded or thought  she was dying.

Just as the Glorious...

Her father, who was lying beside her, asked her why she had cried out. She said:"because the Virgin broke my feet and returned to her altar, and I felt a pain such I never thought possible."

Just as the Glorious...

All those who were there at that time quickly gathered around and examined her feet and saw them turned around as they should be and so perfectly healed that they could not be better.

Just as the Glorious...

Therefore, they began to bless the Queen who performs sich woundrous miracles, and each one, weeping, pressed his face to the earth, saying: "blessed you, for all grace and all mercy lie in you to help us in distress."

Just as the Glorious...

Therefore, we offer you praise, as is fitting to such a gracious Lady, for you pardon sins and heal all pain. Because of this, we beseech you, if you be so kind, to take us to be with you in Holy Paradise.

Just as the Glorious...

Gloria in excelcis Deo et in terra pax hominibus bonae voluntatis

Glory to God in the highest and on earth peace to men of good will.