Edi beo thu, hevene quene
« Sois bénie, Reine du ciel »
(XIIIe siècle)
1. Edi beo thu, hevene quene, folkes froure and engles blis,
Moder unwemmed and maiden clene, swich in world non other nis.
On thee hit is wel eth sene, of all wimmen thu havest thet pris ;
Mi swete levedi, her mi bene and reu of me yif thi wille is.
2. Thu asteghe so the daiy rewe the deleth from the deorke nicht ;
Of thee sprong a leome newe that al this world haveth ilight.
Nis non maide of thine heowe swo fair, so schene, so rudi, swo bricht ;
[Me] Swete levedi, of me thu reowe and have merci of thin knicht.
3. Spronge blostme of one rote, the Holi Gost thee reste upon;
Thet wes for monkunnes bote and heore soule to alesen for on.
Levedi milde, softe and swote, ic crie thee merci, ic am thi mon,
Bothe to honde and to fote, on alle wise that ic kon.
4. Thu ert eorthe to gode sede ; on thee lighte the heovene deugh,
Of thee sprong theo edi blede the Holi Gost hire on thee seugh.
Thu bring us ut of kare of drede …More