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TextMayden
moder milde,
Oiez cel oreysoun;
From shome thou me shilde
E de ly mal feloun; |
TranslationMild
virgin mother,
Hear this prayer;
Protect me from shame
And from the Evil One; |
| 5 |
For loue of thine childe
Me menez de tresoun;
Ich wes wod ant wilde;
Ore su en prisoun.
Thou art feyr ant fre
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For love of your child
Save me from betrayal;
I was mad and wild;
Now I am in captivity.
You are beautiful and
noble
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| 10 |
E plein de
doucour;
Of the sprong the ble,
Ly souerein creatour.
Mayde, byseche Y the
Vostre seint socour; |
And full of sweetness;
From you sprang the beautiful one,
The sovereign creator.
Virgin, I beseech you
For your holy help; |
| 15 |
Meoke ant mylde be with
me
Par la sue amour.
Tho Iudas Iesum
founde,
Donque ly beysa;
He wes bete ant bounde
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Be gentle and mild with
me
For his love.
When Judas found
Jesus,
Then he kissed him;
He was beaten and tied up,
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| 20 |
Que nus tous fourma.
Wyde were is wounde
Qe le Gywz ly dona;
He tholede harde stounde
Me poi le greua.
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The one who created us
all.
His wounds were wide,
Which the Jews gave him;
He suffered brutal ordeals
But it troubled him little. |
| 25 |
On stou
ase thou stode,
Pucele tot pensaunt,
Thou restest the vnder rode,
Ton fitz veites pendant.
Thou seye is sides of blode, |
As you
stood on the spot,
Virgin, deep in grief,
You rested under the cross,
You saw your son hanging.
You saw his bleeding sides, |
| 30 |
Lalme de ly
partaunt;
He ferede vch an fode
En mound que fust viuaunt.
Ys siden were sore,
Le sang de ly cora;
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His soul taking leave;
He caused fear to every creature
Living in the world.
His sides were
painful,
His blood flowed;
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| 35 |
That lond wes
forlore,
Mes il le rechata.
Vch bern that wes ybore
En enfern descenda;
He tholede deth ther-fore, |
That land was lost,
But he redeemed it.
Every man who was born
Descended into hell;
He suffered death for that,
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| 40 |
En ciel puis
mounta.
Tho
Pilat herde the tydynge
Molt fu ioyous baroun;
He lette byfore him brynge
Iesu Nazaroun.
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Then ascended into
heaven.
When
Pilate heard the news,
The lord was overjoyed;
He caused Jesus of Nazareth
To be brought before him.
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| 45 |
He was ycrouned kynge
Pur nostre redempcioun.
Who-se wol me synge
Auera grant pardoun.
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He was crowned
king
For our redemption.
Whoever is willing to sing me
Will receive great forgiveness.
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