“Weep not for Me, Mother,
in the grave I have life.”
The choir of angels glorified the great hour,
the heavens melted in flames.
He said to His Father: “Why hast Thou forsaken me?”
and to His Mother: “Oh, weep not for Me…”
Mary Magdalene smote her breast and wept,
the disciple whom He loved turned to stone,
but where the Mother stood in silence
nobody even dared look.
A second translation:
Do not cry for me, Mother, seeing me in the grave.
This greatest hour was hallowed and thandered
By angel’s choirs; fire melted sky.
He asked his Father:”Why am I abandoned…?”
And told his Mother: “Mother, do not cry…”
Magdalena struggled, cried and moaned.
Peter sank into the stone trance…
Only there, where Mother stood alone,
None has dared cast a single glance