Hildegard von Bingen - O Euchari (De sancto Euchario Sequentia) | Текст песни

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O Euchari
in leta via ambulasti,
ubi cum filio Dei mansisti,
illum tangendo
et miracuòa cius que fecit videndo.

Tu eum perfecte amasti
Cum sodales tui exterriti erant,
pro eo quod homines erant,
nec possibilitatem habebant
bona perfecta intueri.

Tu ateum in artente amore plene caritatis
Illum amplexus es
Cum manipulos preceptorum eius
Ad te collegisti.

O Euchari,
valde beatus fuisti
cum Verbum Dei
te in igne columbe imbuit,
ubi tu quasi aurora illuminatus es,
et sic fundamentum ecclesie
edificasti.

Et in pectore tuo
Choruscat dies
In quo tria tabernacula
Superra marmoream columpnam stant
In civitate Dei.

Per os tuum Ecclesia ruminat
Vetus et novum vinum,
videlicet poculum sanctitatis

Sed et in tua doctrina
Ecclesia effecta est racionalis,
ita quod supra montes clamavit
ut colles et ligna se declinarent
ac mamillas illius sugerent.

Nunc in tua clara voce
Filium Dei ora pro hac turba
Ne in cerimoniis Dei deficiat,
sed ut vivens holocaustum
ante altare Dei fiat.

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Eucharius!
you walked blithely when you stayed
with the Son of God,
touching him, watching
his miracle-working.

You loved him with a perfect love
when terror fell on your friends —
who being human had no
strength to bear the brightness
of the good.

But you — in the blaze of utmost love —
drew him to your heart
when you gathered the sheaves
of his precepts.

Eucharius!
when the Word of God possessed you
in the blaze of the dove,
when the sun rose in your spirit,
you founded a church in your bliss.

Daylight shimmers in your heart
where three tabernacles stand
on a marble pillar
in the city of God.

In your preaching Ecclesia
savors old wine with new —
a chalice twice hallowed.

And in your teaching Ecclesia
argued with such force
that her shout rang over the mountains,
that the hills and the woods might bow
to suck her breasts.

Pray for this company now,
pray with resounding voice
that we forsake not Christ
in his sacred rites,
but become before his altar
a living sacrifice.

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Hannibal at his desk, 1.09

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