Nulla in mundo pax sincera sine felle; pura et vera, dulcis Jesu, est in te. Inter poenas et tormenta vivit anima contenta casti amoris sola spe. Recitative. Blando colore oculos mundus decepit at occulto vulnere corda conficit; fugiamus ridentem, vitemus sequentem, nam delicias ostentando arte secura vellet ludendo superare.
Spirat anguis inter flores et colores explicando tegit fel. Sed occulto factus ore homo demens in amore saepe lambit quasi mel. Alleluia.
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In this world there is no honest peace free from bitterness; pure and true (i.e. peace) sweet Jesus, lies in Thee. Amidst punishment and torment lives the contented soul, chaste love its only hope. Recitative. This world deceives the eye by surface charms, but is corroded within by hidden wounds. Let us flee him who smiles, shun him who follows us, for by skilfully displaying its pleasures, this world overwhelms us by deceit.
The serpent’s hiss conceals its venom, as it uncoils itself among blossoms and beauty. But with a furtive touch of the lips, a man maddened by love will often kiss as if licking honey. Alleluia.