Stabat mater - Stabat Mater, Ricardo Rodríguez Zanate & Asociados

O how sad and afflicted

Was that blessed Mother of the Only-begotten!

Who mourned and grieved, the pious Mother

With seeing the torment of her glorious Son

Who is the man who would not weep

If seeing the Mother of Christ in such agony?

Who would not have compassion

On beholding the devout mother suffering with her Son?

He who can see the grief and misery

He worships the call of death

He who can see the weak falling

With grotesque smile on face

He who can see the world now burning

All the old, turning into dust

He who can see the light fading

In eyes of the followers of Christ

For the sins of His people

She saw Jesus in torment

And subjected to scourge

She saw her sweet Son dying, forsaken

She saw Jesus in torment

While He gave up His spirit

Who would not have compassion

On beholding the devout mother suffering with her Son?

His eyes burns of lust

His fist is raised ready for battle

Empathy discarded for Joy of atrocity

His world to take, his world to own

(The grieving Mother stood

Beside the cross weeping

Where her Son was hanging

Through her weeping soul

Compassionate and grieving

A sword passed.)