Columba aspexit
Columba aspexit
Per cancellos fenestre
Ubi ante faciem eius
Sudando sudavit balsamum
De lucido Maximino
Calor solis exarsit
Et in tenebras resplenduit
Unde gemma surrexit
In edificatione templi
Purissimi cordis benivoli
Iste, turris excelsa
De ligno Libani
Et cipresso facta
Iacincto et sardio ornata est
Urbs precellens artes
Aliorum artificum
Ipse, velox cervus
Cucurrit ad fontem purissime aque
Fluentis de fortissimo lapide
Qui dulcia aromata irrigavit
O pigmentarii
Qui estis in suavissima viriditate
Hortorum regis
Ascendentes in altum
Quando sanctum sacrificium
In arietibus perfecistis
Inter vos fulget hic artifex
Paries templi
Qui desideravit alas aquile
Osculando nutricem Sapientiam
In gloriosa fecunditate Ecclesie
O Maximine
Mons et vallis es
Et in utroque alta edificatio appares
Ubi capricornus cum elephante exivit
Et Sapientia in deliciis fuit
Tu es fortis
Et suavis
In ceremoniis
Et in choruscatione altaris
Ascendens ut fumus aromatum
Ad columpnam laudis
Ubi intercedis pro populo
Qui tendit ad speculum lucis
Cui laus est in altis
The dove peered in
Through the lattices of the window
Where, before its face
A balm exuded
From incandescent Maximin
The heat of the sun burned
Dazzling into the gloom:
Whence a jewel sprang forth
In the building of the temple
Of the purest loving heart
He, the high tower
Constructed of cedar of Lebanon
And cypress
Has been adorned with jacinth and onyx
A city excelling the crafts
Of other builders
He, the swift hart, ran
To the fountain of clearest water
Flowing from the most powerful stone
Which courses with delightful spices
O Perfume-Makers
You who are in the sweetest greenness
Of the gardens of the King
Ascending on high
When you have completed the holy sacrifice
With the rams
This builder shines among you
The wall of the temple
Who longed for the wings of an eagle
Kissing his nurse Wisdom
In the glorious fecundity of the Church
O Maximin
You are the mount and the valley
And in both you seem a high building
Where the goat went with the elephant
And Wisdom was in rapture
You are strong
And beautiful
In rites
And in the shining of the altar
Mounting like the smoke of perfumes
To the column of praise
Where you intercede for the people
Who stretch towards the mirror of light
To whom there is praise on high