Exiturus nescit moras,
Postquam clamas: Exi foras.
In hoc salo mea ratis
Infestatur a piratis ;
Hinc assultus, inde fluctus,
Hinc et inde mors et luctus;
Sed tu, bone Nauta, veni,
Preme ventos, mare leni;
Fac abscedant hi piratæ,
Duc ad portum salvâ rate.
Infecunda mea ficus,
Cujus ramus ramus siccus,
Incidetur, incendetur,
Si promulgas quod meretur ;
Sed hoc anno dimittatur,
Stercoretur, fodiatur;
Quod si necdum respondebit,
Flens hoc loquor, tunc ardebit.
For it wots not how to linger
Summoned so from death and thrall.
On this sea my bark is tossing,
Driven by winds, by pirates pressed,
Here by foes and there by tempests,
Crying, dying, all distressed.
But do Thou O Holy Pilot,
Come and calm the wind and sea,
Bid begone those Demon Pirates,
Steer me safe to port with Thee.
True my fig-tree has been barren,
And its branches withered all;
'Hew it, burn it,' were the sentence
That might quickly on it fall,
But for this year! Mercy spare it!
Dig and prune and wait return,
If it yield no fruit-(I utter
Woful words)-'then it will burn.'
Satan's rage, in fire and water,
Plunges me as if his own,
So that sunken, scorched and weary
I am cast on Thee alone.
Heal me, O Almighty Healer,
Bid the infernal foe depart,
To Thyself with prayer and fasting,
I would bring this smitten heart:
By these twain as Thou dost witness,
Grace will set my spirit free,
Disenthralled from plague of Satan,
Lowly will I worship Thee.
Give me godly fear, and give me
Love to cast out dark despair,
Da fidem, spem, caritatem;
Da discretam pietatem ;
Da contemptum terrenorum,
Appetitum supernorum.
Totum, Deus, in te spero;
Deus, ex te totum quæro.
Tu laus mea, meum bonum,
Mea cuncta, tuum donum;
Tu solamen in labore,
Medicamen in languore;
Tu in luctu mea lyra,
Tu lenimen es in irâ ;
Tu in arcto liberator,
Tu in lapsu relevator;
Motum præstas in provectu,
Spem conservas in defectu ;
Si quis lædit, tu rependis;
Si minatur, tu defendis :
Quod est anceps tu dissolvis,
Quod tegendum tu involvis.
Tu intrare me non sinas
Infernales officinas;
Ubi moror, ubi metus,
Ubi fætor, ubi fletus,
Ubi probra deteguntur,
Ubi rei confunduntur,
Ubi tortor semper cædens,
Ubi vermis semper edens;
Ubi totum hoc perenne,
Quia perpes mors gehennæ.
Faith and hope to temper wisely,
Earthly life with heavenly care.
Give me, worldly lust disdaining,
Relish for celestial fare.
God! my all, I trust Thee ever,
God! to Thee is all my quest.
Highest good! my song, my portion,
In my labour Thou art rest,
In my weariness refreshment,
In my grief, my song my lyre,
To my fretted spirit bringing
Music soft to soothe mine ire.
From my straits Thou dost enlarge me,
Stumbling, lead'st me on my way,
Onward going dost uphold me,
Falling bidd'st me hope for aye.
Is wrong done me? Thou avengest;
Threatened? Thou dost raise Thy shield. 160 Thou dost solve the dark and doubtful,
Shrouding what must be concealed.
God forbid that I should ever
Pass within that nether realm,
Where all fear and woe and weeping,
All who enter overwhelm.
Where each sinner is confounded,
And each sin uncovered lies,
Where is woe that never endeth,
And the worm that never dies.
And where death for ever dying,
Cries for rest but vainly cries.
Cantus de urbe celestiali.
Me receptet Syon illa,
Syon, David urbs tranquilla,
Cujus faber Auctor lucis,
Cujus portæ lignum crucis,
Cujus muri lapis vivus,
Cujus custos Rex festivus.
In hâc urbe lux solennis,
Ver æternum, pax perennis :
In hâc odor implens cælos,
In hâc semper festum melos;
Non est ibi corruptela,
Non defectus, non querela;
Non minuti, non deformes,
Omnes Christo sunt conformes.
Urbs cælestis, urbs beata,
Super petram collocata,
Urbs in portu satis tuto,
De longinquo te saluto,
Te saluto, te suspiro,
Te affecto, te requiro.
Quantum tui gratulantur,
Quam festive convivantur,
Quis affectus eos stringat,
Aut quæ gemma muros pingat,
Quis chalcedon, quis jacinthus,
Norunt illi qui sunt intus.
In plateis hujus urbis,
Sociatus piis turbis,
Pium cantem Alleluya. Amen.
HILDEBERTUS, A.D. 1057-1134.
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