| Sainct Blaise, qui vis aux cieux Comme un ange precieux, Si de la terre où nous sommes, Tu entens la voix des hommes, Recevant les vœux de tous, Je te prie, escoute-nous. Ce jourd’huy que nous faisons A ton autel oraisons Et processions sacrées Pour nous, nos bleds et nos prées, Chantant ton hymne à genous : Je te prie, escoute-nous. Chasse loin de nostre chef Toute peste et tout meschef Que l’air corrompu nous verse, Quand la main de Dieu diverse Respand sur nous son courrous : Je te prie, escoute-nous. Garde nos petits troupeaux, Laines entieres et peaux, De la ronce dentelée, De tac et de clavelée, De morfonture et de tous : Je te prie, escoute-nous. Que tousjours accompagnez Soient de mastins rechignez, Le jour allant en pasture, Et la nuict en leur closture, De peur de la dent des loups : Je te prie, escoute-nous. Si le loup de sang ardent Prend un mouton en sa dent, Quand du bois il sort en queste, Huans tous aprés la beste, Que soudain il soit recous : Je te prie, escoute-nous. Garde qu’en allant aux champs, Les larrons qui sont meschans, Ne desrobent fils ne mere ; Garde-les de la vipere Et d’aspics au ventre rous : Je te prie, escoute-nous. Que ny sorciers ny poison N’endommagent leur toison Par parole ou par breuvage ; Qu’ils passent l’esté sans rage, Que l’autonne leur soit dous : Je te prie, escoute-nous. Garde-nous de trop d’ardeurs Et d’excessives froideurs ; Donne-nous la bonne année, Force bleds, force vinée, Sans fiévre, rongne, ne clous : Je te prie, escoute-nous. Garde nos petits vergers Et nos jardins potagers, Nos maisons et nos familles, Enfans, et femmes, et filles, Et leur donne bons espous : Je te prie, escoute-nous. Garde poulles et poussins De renards et de larcins ; Garde sauves nos avettes ; Qu’ils portent force fleurettes Tousjours en leurs petits trous : Je te prie, escoute-nous. Fay naistre force boutons Pour engraisser nos moutons, Et force fueille menue, Que paist la troupe cornue De nos chévres et nos boucs : Je te prie, escoute-nous. Chasse la guerre bien loing; Romps les armes dans le poing Du soldat qui frappe et tue Celuy qui tient la charrue, Mangeant son bien en deux coups : Je te prie, escoute-nous. Que le plaideur grippe-tout, Par procés qui sont sans bout, N’enveloppe le bon homme Qui chiquanant se consomme, Puis meurt de faim et de pous : Je te prie, escoute-nous. Que l’impudent usurier, Laissant l’interest premier, N’assemble point sans mesure Usure dessus usure, Pour ravir son petit clous : Je te prie, escoute-nous. Garde nos petits ruisseaux De souillure de pourceaux, Naiz pour engraisser leur pance ; Pour eux tombe en abondance Le glan des chesnes secous : Je te prie, escoute-nous. Nos genices au printemps Ne sentent mouches ne tans, Enflent de laict leurs mammelles ; Que pleines soient nos faiscelles De fourmages secs et mous : Je te prie, escoute-nous. Nos bouviers sans murmurer Puissent la peine endurer, Bien repeus à nostre table; Soient les bœufs dedans l’estable Tousjours de fourrages saouls : Je te prie, escoute-nous. Chasse loin les paresseux ; Donne bon courage à ceux Qui travaillent, sans blesseure De congnée, et sans morseure De chiens enragez et fous : Je te prie, escoute-nous. Bref, garde-nous de terreurs, Et de paniques fureurs, Et d’illusion estrange, Et de feu sacré, qui mange Membres, arteres et pouls : Je te prie, escoute-nous. Donne que ceux qui viendront Prier ton nom, et rendront A ton autel leurs offrandes, Jouissent de leurs demandes, De tous leurs pechez absous : Je te prie, escoute-nous. Sainct Blaise, qui vis aux cieux Comme un ange precieux, Si de la terre où nous sommes, Tu entens la voix des hommes, Recevant les vœux de tous, Je te prie, escoute-nous. | A HYMN OF FATHERS OF FAMILIES TO SAINT BLAISE On the chant Te rogamus audi nos Saint Blaise, you who live in the heavens Like a precious angel If, from the earth where we are, You can hear the voice of men, Receiving the vows of us all I pray you, hear us. Today as we make Our prayers at your altar And sacred processions For us, our homes and fields, Singing you a hymn on our knees, I pray you, hear us. Chase far from our heads All illness and all evils That the corrupt air pours on us When the hand of God stretches Wide on us in his anger: I pray you, hear us. Keep our little flocks, Their fleeces and skins whole From barbed nettles From scabies and sheep-pox And blue-tongue and everything: I pray you, hear us. May they be always accompanied By bad-tempered mastiffs, By day as they go to pasture, By night in their fold, [Kept] from fear of the wolf’s teeth: I pray you, hear us. If the hot-blooded wolf Takes a sheep in its teeth When it leaves the wood to hunt Calling the pack after the sheep, May it suddenly retreat: I pray you, hear us. Watch that, when going to the fields, Wicked thieves Steal no lamb or ewe. Keep them from the viper And red-bellied serpents: I pray you, hear us. That no sorcerer or poison Should damage their fleeces With spell or potion; That they may spend the summer free of ills That the autumn may be kind to them: I pray you, hear us. Keep us from too much heat And from excessive cold Give us a good year, Bring on the corn and the vines – No fever, wasting or boils: I pray you, hear us. Guard our little orchards Our little kitchen gardens, Our homes and families Our children, wives and daughters, And give them all good marriages: I pray you, hear us. Keep chickens and chicks From foxes and thieves; Keep our bees safe That they may carry many little flowers Always in their little bags: I pray you, hear us. Make many buds grow To fatten up our sheep And many slender leaves To feed the horned herd Of our goats and rams: I pray you, hear us. Keep war far from here; Break the weapons in the hand Of the soldier who strikes and kills Those who guide the plough, Eating up their possessions in a moment: I pray you, hear us. Keep the grab-everything litigant In his endless lawsuits From swallowing up the good man, May he consume himself in quibbling Then die of hunger and lice: I pray you, hear us. May the impudent loan-shark Waive his initial fee And not pile up without limit Huge interest on top of interest To build his own stash: I pray you, hear us. Keep our little streams From the filth of pigs Born to fatten their bellies; May the acorns of shaken oaks Fall abundantly for them: I pray you, hear us. Keep our heifers in spring From biting of flies and such like; Swell their udders with milk That our dishes may be full Of cheeses, dry and soft: I pray you, hear us. May our cowmen without murmur Be able to keep up their work Well fed at our tables; May the cattle in the stable Always be well-fed with fodder: I pray you, hear us. Chase far from here the lazy, Give endurance to those Who work, no wounds From the axe, and no bites From rabid or mad dogs: I pray you, hear us. In short, keep us from fear And terrifying panic, And from strange visions And from the holy fire which consumes Limbs, veins and blood: I pray you, hear us. May those who come To pray in your name and give At your altar their offerings Be successful in all their requests And absolved of all their sins: I pray you, hear us. Saint Blaise, you who live in the heavens Like a precious angel If, from the earth where we are, You can hear the voice of men, Receiving all our vows I pray you, hear us. |
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