The fatal hour has arrived, as on the hill of Calvary
the son of the creator, tragically displayed,
must turn to us his head –
the son of the creator, tragically displayed,
must turn to us his head –
And turn to her too, his comfortless mother,
arrayed in a cloak of mourning before this atrocity.
Standing there – o heavens! – stilled by grief,
alive only in feeling the immense bitterness of her torment.
arrayed in a cloak of mourning before this atrocity.
Standing there – o heavens! – stilled by grief,
alive only in feeling the immense bitterness of her torment.
Bathed in tears, she freed herself from sobbing, and said....
il Pianto di Maria