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Ave generosa / Hymn to the Virgin
In the pupil of chastity's eye I beheld you untouched. Generous maid! Know that it's God who broods over you.
For heaven flooded you like unbodied speech and you gave it a tongue.
Glistening lily: before all worlds you lured the supernal one.
How he reveled in your charms! how your beauty warmed to his caresses till you gave your breast to his child.
And your womb held joy when heaven's harmonies rang from you, a maiden with child by God, for in God your chastity blazed.
Yes your flesh held joy like the grass when the dew falls, when heaven freshens its green: O mother of gladness, verdure of spring.
Ecclesia, flush with rapture! Sing for Mary's sake, sing for the maiden, sing for God's mother. Sing!
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Commentary by Ivan M. Granger
This hymn by the great female mystic Hildegard von Bingen is addressed, of course, to the Virgin Mary, but it is more than a simple work of Christian devotion. It is meant to be more deeply understood as being about the soul's relationship with God.
Within this relationship, the soul is usually described as being a woman, with God representing the male. In the mystical tradition, the soul must stop attempting to take false lovers in every outer experience (represented in traditional Christian iconography by the figure of Mary Magdalene), and yearn so deeply for the true Beloved within that she (the soul) becomes restored to her natural virginal state (represented by the Virgin Mary). That is, the soul must become purified, inward focused, unattached, "untouched" by the experiences of the outer world.
When this happens deeply enough, the soul becomes radiant, "glistening," and magnetically lures "the supernal one."
When that divine touch comes, within that virginal state of being, a new life is formed within you (the Christ child in Christian tradition). You experience an overwhelming sense of joy that is felt as a new presence in the body -- "your flesh held joy like the grass / when the dew falls, when heaven / freshens its green." And your heart is "warmed"; it opens with an immense love. The more you allow your heart to flow with this love, the more you feed that sacred new life, "you give your breast to his child."
Then, truly your soul becomes the "mother / of gladness, verdure of spring." You become the embodiment of the true and secret church, "flush with rapture!"
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