Thursday, August 23, 2012

8th-century Irish litany


O Great Mary,
pray for us.

O Mary, greatest of Maries,
pray for us.

O Greatest of women,
pray for us.

O Queen of angels, 
pray for us.

O Mistress of the heavens, 
pray for us.

O Woman full and replete with the grace of the Holy Spirit, 
pray for us.

O Blessed and most blessed, 
pray for us.

O Mother of Eternal Glory, 
pray for us.

O Mother of the heavenly and earthly Church, 
pray for us.

O Mother of Love and Indulgence, 
pray for us.

O Mother of the Golden Heights, 
pray for us.

O Honor of the sky, 
pray for us.

O Sign of tranquillity, 
pray for us.

O Gate of Heaven, 
pray for us.

O Golden Vessel, 
pray for us.

O Couch of Love and Mercy, 
pray for us.

O Temple of Divinity, 
pray for us.

O Beauty of virgins, 
pray for us.

O Mistress of the tribes, 
pray for us.

O Fountain of gardens, 
pray for us.

O Cleansing of sins, 
pray for us.

O Purifying of souls, 
pray for us.

O Mother of orphans, 
pray for us.

O Breast of infants, 
pray for us.

O Solace of the wretched, 
pray for us.

O Star of the sea, 
pray for us.

O Handmaid of the Lord, 
pray for us.

O Mother of Christ, 
pray for us.

O Resort of the Lord, 
pray for us.

O Graceful like the dove, 
pray for us.

O Serene like the moon,
pray for us.

O Resplendent like the sun, 
pray for us.

O Cancelling Eve's disgrace, 
pray for us.

O Regeneration of life, 
pray for us.

O Beauty of women, 
pray for us.

O Leader of virgins, 
pray for us.

O Garden Enclosed, 
pray for us.

O Fountain sealed up, 
pray for us.

O Mother of God, 
pray for us.

O Perpetual Virgin, 
pray for us.

O Holy Virgin, 
pray for us.

O Prudent Virgin, 
pray for us.

O Serene Virgin, 
pray for us.

O Chaste Virgin, 
pray for us.

O Temple of the Living God, 
pray for us.

O Royal Throne of the Eternal King, 
pray for us.

O Sanctuary of the Holy Spirit, 
pray for us.

O Virgin of the Root of Jesse, 
pray for us.

O Cedar of Mount Lebanon, 
pray for us.

O Cypress of Mount Sion, 
pray for us.

O Crimson Rose of the Land of Jacob, 
pray for us.

O Blooming like the palm tree, 
pray for us.

O Fruitful like the olive tree, 
pray for us.

O Glorious Son-bearer, 
pray for us.

O Light of Nazareth, 
pray for us.

O Glory of Jerusalem, 
pray for us.

O Beauty of the world, 
pray for us.

O Noblest-Born of the Christian flock, 
pray for us.

O Queen of Life, 
pray for us.

O Ladder of Heaven, 
pray for us.

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Rilke


Und fast ein Mädchen wars und ging hervor
aus diesem einigen Glück von Sang und Leier
und glänzte klar durch ihre Frühlingsschleier
und machte sich ein Bett in meinem Ohr.

Und schlief in mir. Und alles war ihr Schlaf.
Die Bäume, die ich je bewundert, diese
fühlbare Ferne, die gefühlte Wiese
und jedes Staunen, das mich selbst betraf.

Sie schlief die Welt. Singender Gott, wie hast
du sie vollendet, daß sie nicht begehrte,
erst wach zu sein ? Sieh, sie erstand und schlief.

Wo ist ihr Tod ? O, wirst du dies Motiv
erfinden noch, eh sich dein Lied verzehrte ? …
Wo sinkt sie hin aus mir ?.. Ein Mädchen fast ..

+ + +


And it was almost a girl and came to be
out of this single joy of song and lyre
and through her green veils shone forth radiantly
and made herself a bed inside my ear.

And slept there. And her sleep was everything:
the awesome trees, the distances I had felt
so deeply that I could touch them, meadows in spring:
all wonders that had ever seized my heart.

She slept the world. Singing god, how was that first
sleep so perfect that she had no desire
ever to wake? See: she arose and slept.

Where is her death now? Ah, will you discover
this theme before your song consumes itself?—
Where is she vanishing? … A girl almost . . . .


(trans. Stephen Mitchell)