O presul vere civitatis
O presul vere civitatis
Qui in templo angularis lapidis
Ascendens in celum
In terra prostratus fuisti
Propter Deum
Tu, peregrinus a semine mundi
Desiderasti exul fieri
Propter amorem Christi
O mons clause mentis
Tu assidue pulcram faciem aperuisti
In speculo columbe
Tu in obsconso latuisti
Inebriatus odore florum
Per cancellos sanctorum
Emicans Deo
O culmen in clavibus celi
Quod propter perspicuam vitam
Mundum vendidisti
Hoc certamen, alme confessor
Semper habes in Domino
In tua enim mente
Fons vivus clarissima luce
Purissimos rivulos eduxit
Per viam salutis
Tu magna turris
Ante altare summi Dei
Et huius turris culmen obumbrasti
Per fumum aromatum
O Disibode, in tuo lumine
Per exempla puri soni
Membra mirifice laudis edificasti
In duabus partibus
Per filium hominis
In alto stas
Non erubescens ante Deum vivum
Et protegis viridi rore:
Laudemus1 Deum ista voce:
O dulcis vita
Et o beata perseverantia
Que in hoc beato Disibodo gloriosum lumen
Semper edificasti
In celesti Ierusalem'
Nunc sit laus Deo
In forma pulcre tonsure
Viriliter operante
Et superni cives gaudeant
De his qui eos
Hoc modo imitantur
O prelate of the true city
Who in the temple with the finial-stone
Soaring Heavenwards
Was prostrate on the earth
For God
You, wanderer from the world
Longed to be an exile
For the love of Christ
O summit of the cloistered mind
You tirelessly showed a beautiful face
In the mirror of the dove
You lived hidden in a secluded place
Intoxicated with the aroma of flowers
Reaching forth to God
Through the lattices of the saints
O gable on the cloisters of Heaven,
Because you have bartered the world
For an unclouded life
You will always have this prize
O nourishing witness
For in your mind
The living fountain in clearest light
Courses purest rills
Through the channel of salvation
You are an immense tower
Before the altar of the Highest
And you cloud the roof of this tower
With the smoke of perfumes
O Disibod, by your light
And with models of pure sound,
You have wondrously built aisles of praise
With two parts
Through the Son of Man
You stand on high
Not blushing before the living God
And you cover all with refreshing dew
Let us praise God with these words:
O sweet life
And o blessed constancy,
Which in the celestial Jerusalem
Has always built a glorious light
In this blessed Disibod'
Now praise be to God
In the worthy form
Of the manfully beautiful tonsure
And let the Heavenly citizens rejoice
In those who have imitated them
In this way