Here begins the mourning that fizo the Virgin Mary

Here begins the mourning that fizo the Virgin Mary the day of the passion of his fixed Jesuchristo is a poem by Gonzalo de Berceo. In it he narrates how the Virgin appears to St. Bernard and explains her sorrow for the death of the Son.
Berceo is the first Castilian poet of known name. With him begins the mester de clerecía, but the care of the meter that this mester demands, the subjection to the notebook via, does not exclude a concern to make intelligible to his listeners and readers the dominant religious themes in all his work.

Here begins the mourning that the Virgin Mary signed on the day of the passion

1. In the nomne preçioso de la Sancta Reyna,
De qui nasçió al mundo salut e meleçina,
If she would guide me by the divine graçia,
He would like to compose a rhyme from his duel.

2. The mourning he suffered from his holy servant,
En qui nunqua entrada non ovo el peccado,
Quando del su conviento finó desemparado:
The one who null evil did not curl, was very badly iuzgado.

3. Sant Bernalt a good monk of God much friend
He wanted to know the coitus of the mourning that you say;
But he nunqua podium look for another shutter,
Si non a la que disso Gabriel: God with you.

4. Not once ca many male devotees,
Shedding vivid tears of firm heart
Façie a la Gloriosa esta petiçion,
That she sent her consolation.

5. Diçie el omne bueno de toda voluntat:
Reyna de los çielos de grant autoridat,
With whom Messias departed all his poridat,
Non sea defeuzado de la tu piedat.

6. Toda sancta eglesia fará dent grant ganançia,
Open maior shame before your substance,
Sabran maiores nuevas de la tu alabançia
Que non renunçian all the masters of Françia.

7. So much could the monge the reason settle
That ovo to the çielos the cry to purar:
Disso Sancta Maria: let us think of returning,
Non quiere esti monge give us no wandering.

8. Desçendió la Gloriosa, came to the inn
Do prayed the monge the hanging cap:
Dissoli: God save you, my soul lazdrada,
Por a ti dar confuerto e fecha grant llamada.

9. Duenna, disso el monge: if you are Maria,
The one that of your tits suck Messia,
Io a ti demanded, en esso contendia,
Ca toda en ti iaçe la esperanza mia.

10. Fraire, disso la duenna, non debdes en la cosa:
Io so donna Maria of Joseph the wife:
Your plea brings me apriessa e cueitosa,
I want us to compose io e tu a prossa.

Fragment of the work