O Viridissima virga

O viridissima virga ave
Que in ventoso flabro sciscitationis sanctorum
Prodisti

Cum venit tempus
Quod tu floruisti in ramis tuis
Ave, ave sit tibi
Quia calor solis in te sudavit
Sicut odor balsami

Nam in te floruit pulcher flos
Qui odorem dedit omnibus aromatibus
Que arida erant

Et illa apparuerunt omnia
In viriditate plena

Unde celi dederunt rorem super gramen
Et omnis terra leta facta est
Quoniam viscera ipsius
Frumentum protulerunt
Et quoniam volucres celi
Nidos in ipsa habuerunt

Deinde facta est esca hominibus
Et gaudium magnum epulantium
Unde, o suavis virgo
In te non deficit ullum gaudium

Hec omnia Eva contempsit

Nunc autem laus sit altissimo

Hail, o greenest branch
Sprung forth in the airy breezes
Of the prayers of the saints

So the time has come
That your sprays have flourished
Hail, hail to you
Because the heat of the sun has exuded from you
Like the aroma of balm

For the beautiful flower sprung from you
Which gave all parched perfumes
Their aroma

And they have radiated anew
In their full freshness

Whence the skies bestowed dew upon the pasture
And all the earth was made joyful
Because her womb
Brought forth corn
And because the birds of the firmament
Built their nests in her

Then there was harvest ready for Man
And a great rejoicing of banqueters
Whence, o sweet Virgin
No joy is lacking in you

Eve rejected all these things

Now let there be praise to the Highest