Nulla in mundo pax sincera
sine felle; pura et vera,
dulcis Jesu, est in te.
Inter poenas et tormenta
vivit anima contenta,
casti amoris sola spe.
Blando colore oculos mundus decipit,
at occulto vulnere corda conficit.
Fugiamus ridentem,
vitemus sequentem,
has delicias ostentando arte secura,
vellet ludendo superare.
Spirat anguis inter flores et colores
explicando tegit fel.
Sed occulto factus ore
homo demens in amore
saepe lambit quasi mel.
In this world there is no honest peace
without poison/bitterness; pure and true
sweet Jesus, are only in you.
Amidst punishment and torment
lives the contented soul
With chaste love as its only hope.
The world deceives our eyes with surface
charms/colors
but is corroded within by hidden wounds.
Let us flee the one who smiles,
let us shun the follower,
for by skillfully displaying its pleasures,
this world overwhelms us by deceit.
The serpent hisses among blossoms and
beauty, as it uncoils itself, concealing its
venom.
But, touched by furtive lips
man, madly in love,
often kisses, as if licking honey.
Translations completed by Laura Prichard