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Motet RV630
Aria.
Nulla in mundo pax sincera sine felle, pura et vera, dulcis Jesu, est in te.
Inter poenas et tormenta vivit anima contenta casti amoris sola ape.
Recit.
Blando colore oculos mundus decepit at occulto vulnere corda conficit; fugiamus ridentem, vitemus sequentem, nam delicias ostentado arte secura vellet ludendo superare.
Aria.
Spirit anguis inter flores et colores explicando tegit fel. Sed occulto tactus ore homo demens in amore saepe lambit quasi mel.
Alleluia. |
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Aria
In this world there is no honest peace free from bitterness. True, pure peace lies in Thee, sweet Jesus.
Amidst punishment and torment The soul is contented only when spotless love alights on it like a bee.
Recit.
This world deceives the eye by surface charms, but is corroded within by hidden wounds. Let us flee him who smiles, shun him who follows us, for by skilfully displaying its pleasures, this world overwhelms us by deceit.
Aria
The serpents hiss conceals its venom, as it uncoils itself among blossoms and beauty. But with a furtive touch of the lips, a man maddened by love will often kiss as if licking honey.
Alleluia. |