IACOPONE DA TODI, 1230-1306 Run, Lady, run and see, Nay, how can this be so, Madonna, now behold, Christ Jesus blest! they smite Him cruelly, they scourge Him without rest! Who doth not evil know, by mortals sore-distressed? betrayed He is and sold ; Judas hath lined his nest. O Magdalene, speed, speed, Madonna, speed for grace, O Pilate, not by thee, Crucify Him, crucify! Nay lend your ears again grief burdeneth me indeed, as 'twas to me confessed! they spit upon His face to Pilate He is pressed. tormented let Him be; most wrongfully oppressed. Who raised Himself on high and muse upon my pain, The thieves dragged hither see to bear Him company! Crowd Crowned with thorns let be who made a royal quest ! Virgin O son, O son of mine, Herald O lily-flower divine, come to my heart distressed? why hush Thee in such wise? before Thy mother's breast? the people bear it by, Lady, the cross is nigh, Virgin O cross, what doest, say? Herald O mournful one, run where Virgin Despoiling Him, ah me, Herald there shall it rear its crest. my son would'st steal away? thy son hath been stripped bare, unto the cross to rest. His body let me see, upon the cross and stayed; Woman, one hand is laid for they did strike their best; upon the cross unrolled, is kindled in His breast. His feet are nailed; ah, how to meet the awful test! voglio teco partire, fin che mo m' esce 'l fiato. Ch' una aggiam sepultura, trovarse en affrantura Cristo Mamma, col core affletto, de Ioanne mio eletto ; Ioanne, esta mia mate, aggine pietate, Vergine figlio de mamma scura, matre e figlio affogato ! entro a le man te metto sia el tuo figlio appellato. tollela en caritate : ch' ha lo core forato. figlio de la smarrita, figlio mio attossicato! Figlio, l' alma t'è uscita, figlio de la sparita, |