Tempus hoc leticie

dies festus hodie!

Omnes debent psallere

et cantilenas promere

et affectu pectoris

et toto gestu corporis

et scolares maxime,

qui festa colunt optime.

Stilus nam et tabule

sunt feriales epule

et Nasonis carmina

vel aliorum pagina.

Quicquid agant alii, do,

juvenes amemus

et cum turba plurium

ludum celebremus!

This is the time of joy, 

today is a celebration!

Everyone shall make music

and their songs shall ring out

with full hearts

and with spirited movement—

especially the students

who know best how to celebrate.

For writing instrument and tablet

lend a banquet character

as do the songs of Ovid

or the works of other poets.

Whatever the rest of the world may do, 

we youthful ones will love

and with great tumult, together

will celebrate joyfully!

This endris night I saw a sight,

A star as bright as day;

And e’er among a maiden sung,

“Lullay, by by, lullay.”

This lovely lady sat and sung,

And to her child did say:

“My son, my brother, father, dear,

Why liest thou thus in hay?”

Noel, noel…

The child then spake in his talking, 

And to his mother said: 

“Yea, I am known as heaven king,

In crib though I be laid;

Noel, noel…

For angels bright down to me light: 

Though knowest ‘tis no nay:

And for that sight thou may’st delight

To sing, By by, lullay.”

Efans rebelhat bous! Uno bouno noubèlo,

A Bethléem a pèlo lous pastrous, 

Laissat bostres moutous, un tempts précious trescoulo,

A Bethléem en foulo, anas, despachas bous!

Bous en nascut un Rei, olai dins un estoppel

Un pitchounel aimaple qu’uno grepio soustei.

Children, awaken! Good news, 

In Bethlehem the shepherds are called.

Leave your sheep, precious time is passing,

To Bethlehem in crowds, go quickly now!

A King is born to us in a stable,

A small beloved child held by a manger.

Sudrabiņa lietiņš lija

Ziemassvētku vakarā.

Visi sīki žagariņi

Sudrabiņu visināj.

Pūti, pūti, ziemelīti,

Ziemassvētku vakarā

Klētīpūtu rudzus, miežus

Stallībērus kumeliņ’s.

See the silver rain is falling, 

Falling down on Christmas Eve.

Little branches shine like diamonds,

Underneath the winter sky.

Cold the northern wind is blowing, 

Blowing hard on Christmas Eve.

Bring your rye and bring your barley, 

Keep the horses safe tonight.

Dejlig er jorden!

Prægtig er Guds Himmel!

Skøn er sjælenes pilgrimsgang!

Gennem de favre

riger på jorden

gå vi til Paradis med sang.

Lovely is the earth!

Magnificent is God's Heaven!

Beautiful is the souls' pilgrimage!

Through the fair

kingdoms on earth

go we to Paradise with song.

The longest night

The brightest moon

The sharpest sting of cold

The barest branch

The hardest earth

My breath the only cloud

And I am out walking to ask the winter moon:

Who will be when the spring rains come?

The air so still

Smoke rising straight

The snowbanks sleep so deep

The quiet star

The silent night

A lone bird wakes and sings

And I am out walking to hear my heart,

And I am out walking to hear my heart.

Hail the blest morn! See the Great Mediator

Down from the regions of Glory descend!

Shepherds, go worship the manger; 

Lo, for a guard the bright angels attend.

Brightest and best of the sons of the morning!

Dawn on our darkness, and lend us Thine aid; 

Star in the East, the horizon adorning, 

Guide where our Infant Redeemer is laid.

Cold on His cradle the dew-drops are shining; 

Low lies His bed, with the beasts of the stall;

Angels adore Him, in slumber reclining, 

Wise men and shepherds before Him do fall. 

Brightest and best…

Low lies His head with the beasts of the stall;

Angels adore Him in slumber reclining,

Maker and Monarch and Savior of all!

Brightest and best…

Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion,

Odors of Edom and off’rings divine?

Gems of the mountain and pearls of the ocean,

Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine?

Cold December flies away at the rose-red splendor,

April’s crowning glory breaks while the whole world wonders

At the holy unseen power of the tree that bears the flower.

On the blessed tree blooms the rose-red flower.

On the tree blooms the rose here in love’s own garden,

full and strong in glory.

In the hopeless time of sin shadows deep had fallen.

All the world lay under death. Eyes were closed in sleeping.

But, when all seemed lost in night, came the sun whose golden light

Brings unending joy, brings the endless joy

Of our hope, highest hope, of our hope’s bright dawning, 

Son beloved of heaven.

Now the bud has come to bloom, and the world awakens.

In the lily’s purest flower dwells a wondrous fragrance. 

And it spreads to all the earth from the moment of its birth; 

And its beauty lives. In the flower it lives, 

In the flower, and it spreads in its heav’nly brightness

Sweet perfume delightful.

I sing of a maiden that is makeless;

King of all kinges to her son she ches,

He came all so stille there his mother was,

As dew in Aprille,

As dew that falleth on the grass.

He came all so stille to his mother’s bower

As dew in Aprille,

As dew that falleth on the flower.

He came all so stille there his mother lay

As dew in Aprille,

As dew that falleth on the spray.

Mother and maiden never none but she;

Well may such a lady be,

such a lady Goddes mother be.

There is no rose of such virtue

As is the rose that bare Jesu

Alleluia

For in this rose contained was

Heaven and earth in little space

Resmiranda (Wonderful thing)

By that rose we may well see

There be one God in persons three

Pares forma (Equal in form)

The angels sungen 

The shepherds too: 

Gloria in excelsis Deo (Glory on high to God)

Leave we all this worldly mirth

And follow we this joyful birth

Alleluia

Resmiranda (Wonderful thing)

Gaudeamus (Let us rejoice)

Transeamus (Let us follow)

I sing of a maiden,

A maiden most pure,

King of Kings in the womb she bore;

Quietly he came,

There his mother was,

As dew in April

that falleth on the grass;

Quietly he came,

To his mother’s bower,

As dew in April

that falleth on the flower.

Alleluia.

Quietly he came,

There his mother was,

As dew in April

that falleth on the spray;

Mother and maiden,

Alone was she, 

Well may such a lady

God’s mother be.

Cantate Domino canticum novum:

Cantate Domino omnis terra.

Cantate Domino, 

et benedicite nomini ejus:

annuntiate de die in diem salutare ejus.

Sing to the Lord a new song:

Sing to the Lord, all the earth.

Sing to the Lord, 

bless his name: 

show forth his salvation from day to day.