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Agnus Dei, qui tollis pecatta mundi
dona eis requiem.
Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi,
dona eis requiem sempitername.

Agnus Dei (x4)

Lux aeterna luceat eis

Domine, Jesu Christe, Rex gloriae, rex gloriae,
libera animas omnium fidelium defunctorum
de poenis inferni
et de profundo lacu
(et de profundo lacu).

Domine, Jesu Christe, Rex gloriae, rex gloriae (x2)

Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine.
Et lux perpetua luceat eis.

Te decet hymnus Deus in Sion,
Et tibi reddetur, votum in Jerusalem

Requiem, requiem, requiem aeternam (x4)

You, who are favoured by the heavens of which air is the servant,
Who are honoured by the earth and revered by the waters;
To you, as to the ruler of the world,
Every element is paying tribute;

You, who chain up days and nights in their alternation,
Dispense the day from the candle of the sun,
And bring to sleep the clouds of the night

Thus enclosed under this law,
Man, decipher your condition,
Look closely at who you are,
What you were before your birth,
What you are, what you will be,
Deepen this vision.

Weep in sorrow, lament your offence,

Any worldly creature
Is like a book, a painting,
To serve as a mirror,
Faithful representation
Of our life, of our death,
Of our state, of our lot.

Our condition is painted by the rose,

Daughter of God and mother of all,
Link of the world and its firm tie,
Beauty of the earth, mirror of what runs past,
Torch of the globe;

Peace, love, virtue, government, power,
Order, law, term, road, guide, origins,
Life, light, brightness, shape, face,

The flower expires by breathing,
It raves by fading,
Starts to die at birth.
Both ancient and new,
Both elderly and damsel,
The rose fades at birth.

So the spring of our age,

Sanctus, sanctus, sanctus,
Sanctus, sanctus, sanctus!
Dominus Deus Sabaoth,
Dominus Deus Sabaoth. (x2)

Pleni sunt coeli et terra, gloria tua.
Pleni sunt coeli et terra, gloria tua.

By ending its beauty,
Age or the course of time sweep it away,
Soon deflowers its splendour.
Flower turns into fruit, gem into mud,
Man turns to dust, and to death
Paying his tribute here below.

For his life, for his being are

You, who modify the face of the heavens into Proteus
Where you create new arrangements,
Populating our air with birds and
Gripping everything under your rule;

Under whose sign the world rejuvenates,
And the forest’s hair curls with leaves
And, the earth boasts,