Hildegard von Bingen - O presul vere civitatis | Текст песни

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O dance-leader of the true city,
who in the temple with the finial-stone
soaring Heavenwards
was prostrate on the earth
for God.

You, wanderer of the seed of Man,
longed to be an exile
for the love of Christ.

O summit of the cloistered mind
you tirelessly showed a beautiful face
in the mirror of the dove.

You lived hidden in a secluded place,
intoxicated with the aroma of flowers,
reaching forth to God
through the lattices of the saints.

O gable on the cloisters of Heaven,
because you have bartered the world
for an unclouded life
you will always have this prize in the Lord,
O nourishing witness.

For in your mind
the living fountain in clearest light
courses purest rills
through the channel of salvation.

You are an immense tower
before the altar of the Highest
and you cloud the roof of this tower
with the smoke of perfumes.

O Disibod, by your light,
and with models of pure sound,
you have wondrously built aisles of praise
with two parts
through the Son of Man.

You stand on high
not blushing before the living God,
and you cover all with refreshing dew:
let us praise God with these words:

O sweet life,
and O blessed constancy,
which in the celestial Jerusalem
has always built a glorious light
in this blessed Disibod.

Now praise be to God
in the worthy form
of the meaningful, beautiful tonsure.

And let the Heavenly citizens
rejoice in those
who have imitated them in this way.


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