Sede, Syon, in pulvere.

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Anon. French ca. 1195

Lyrics (Latin Origin):
Sede, Syon, in pulvere,
Caput asperge cinere,
Induere cilicio,
Quo stetit spei firmitas,
Caret vexillo caritas
Et fides privilegio.

Syon in sinu lamie
Catulos lactant hodie;
Lapides sanctuarii
Per plateas deiciunt,
Et labores diripiunt
Ebreorum Egyptii.

Divine nutu gratie
Solus comes Campanie
Spei favillam suscitat;
Fidelis Syon filius
Velut alter Eraclius
Fide ferroque militat.

Translated Lyrics:
Sit, Jerusalem, in the dust;
sprinkle your ashes on your head, put on
sackcloth. In the place where stood
the firm foundation of hope,
charity lack a banner and faith
privilege.

In the heart of Jerusalem jackals
give suck to puppy-dogs today.
They cast the stones of the
sanctuary into the market-place,
and the Egyptians destroy the
labours of the Hebrews.

By the assent of divine Grace the
Count of Champagne alone re-awakens
the spark of hope. A faithful son
of Jerusalem, like another
Heracles, he fights with faith and
sword.

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