A Blessed Easter to those who celebrate!
Click to view"Swete Sone" (translated)
As sung by the Mediaeval Baebes
Sweet son, have pity on me,
And break out of your bonds.
For I think I see,
Through both your hands,
Nails have been driven into the tree;
So painfully you hang there.
It would be better if I fled now,
And abandoned all these lands.
Sweet son, your beautiful face
Is dripping with blood,
And your body beneath
Is bound to the cross.
How will your mother's heart
Endure such a sweet child
That was born most blessed of all,
And was the most goodly of all?
How will your mother's heart
Endure such a sweet child
That was born most blessed of all,
And was the most goodly of all?
Sweet son, have pity on me,
And deliver me from this life.
For I think I see
Your death approaches quickly.
Your feet have been nailed to the tree;
Now I may never prosper.
For without you, all of this world
Can never make me happy.
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