Sop. Emma Kirkby
Nulla in mundo pax sincera
Sine felle; pura et vera
Dulcis Jesu est in te
(There is no true love in the world
without bitterness; in you, sweet Jesus,
it is pure and rightfull).
Inter poenas et tormenta,
vivit anima contenta,
Casti amoris, sola spe.
(Among anguish and torment
lives the contented soul,
its only hope, chaste love).
Blando colore oculus mundus decipit
et occulto vulnere corda conficit.
Fugiamus ridentem
vitemus sequentem
has delicias ostentando;
arte secura vellet ludendo superare.
(The world beguiles our eyes with alluring
colours
and consumes our hearts with hidden
wounds.
When it laughs, let us flee from it;
when it pursues us, flaunting its delights,
let us shun it;
for by carefree conduct and amusements
it would overcome us).
Spirat anguis inter flores
Et colore explicando tegit fel.
Spirat anguis, sed tegit fel.
(The serpent slithers through flowers,
and whilst it shows the beauty of its
colours it conceals its vendom.
The serpent slithers, but it conceals
its vendom).
Sed occulto factus ore
Homo demens in amore
Saepe lambit quasi mel.
(But he who is dumbstruck
and insane with love,
will often lick it as it were honey).
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