O viridissima virga

O viridissima virga, ave,
que in ventoso flabro sciscitationis
sanctorum prodisti.

Cum venit tempus quod tu floruisti
in ramis tuis,
ave, ave fuit tibi, quia calor solis
in te sudavit
sicut odor balsam.

Nam in te floruit
pulcher flos qui odorem dedit
omnibus aromatibus que arida erant.

Et illa apparuerunt omnia in viriditate plena.

Unde celi dederunt rorem super gramen
et omnis terra leta facta est,
quoniam viscera ipsius frumentum
protulerunt et quoniam volucres celi nidos in ipsa habuerunt.

Deinde facta est esca hominibus
et gaudium magnum epulantium.
Unde, o suavis Virgo, in te non deficit ullum gaudium.

Hec omnia Eva contempsit.

Nunc autem laus sit Altissimo.

O branch of freshest green, O hail!
Within the windy gusts of saints upon a quest you swayed and sprouted forth.

When it was time, you blossomed
in your boughs –
“Hail, hail!” you heard, for in you
seeped the sunlight’s warmth
like balsam’s sweet perfume.

For in you bloomed so beautiful a flow’r, whose fragrance wakened
all the spices from their dried-out stupor.

And they appeared in full viridity.

Then rained the heavens dew upon the grass and all the earth was cheered,
for from her womb she brought forth fruit
and for the birds up in the sky have
nests in her.

Then was prepared that food for humankind, the greatest joy of feasts!
O Virgin sweet, in you can ne’er fail any
joy.

All this Eve chose to scorn.

But now, let praise ring forth unto the Highest!