# Lauds hymn for Marian Saturday ("O gloriósa Dómina" / "O glorious
# lady!") — live-verified against Divinum Officium (Monastic Tridentinum
# 1617), Lauds live query, 2026-10-03 (a plain Sanctæ Mariæ Sabbato ~
# Simplex day). Already the pre-Urban VIII text (this project's own
# standing preference — see CLAUDE.md) as the reference source's own
# default, not a separate choice made here.
#
# Fixed 2026-09-04: this text used to live at `lauds-hymn-saturday` (the
# plain ferial-weekday id), on the reasoning that "a genuinely per-annum
# unprivileged Saturday isn't achievable" — true for the *hymn*, but
# `lauds-hymn-saturday.yml`'s own sibling capitulum/responsory/versicle
# files turned out to be live-verified from a *different*, privileged
# (Lenten Ember) Saturday, not this one — so reusing the ferial id for
# just the hymn was silently gluing together content from two different
# real occasions. Given a real `marian-saturday` id now exists to hold
# the hymn on its own, moved here; see calendar/index.ts's
# applyMarianSaturday and hours/resolve-common.ts's
# ALWAYS_OVERRIDE_TEMPORAL_IDS for how this id actually gets selected.
#
# Closing doxology stanza intentionally omitted — handled seasonally via
# hymn-doxology.ts, which already resolves this feast's own doxology
# ("Glória tibi, Dómine, Qui natus es de Vírgine...") through
# hymn-doxology-by-feast.yml's `marian-saturday: hymn-doxology-nat` entry.
id: lauds-hymn-marian-saturday
text:
  la: |
    O gloriósa Dómina,
    Excélsa super sídera:
    Qui te creávit, próvide
    Lactásti sacro úbere.

    Quod Heva tristis ábstulit,
    Tu reddis almo gérmine:
    Intrent ut astra flébiles,
    Cæli fenéstra facta es.

    Tu Regis alti jánua,
    Et porta lucis fúlgida:
    Vitam datam per Vírginem,
    Gentes redémptæ, pláudite.
  en: |
    O glorious lady! throned on high
    Above the star-illumined sky;
    Thereto ordained, thy bosom lent
    To thy Creator nourishment.

    Through thy sweet offspring we receive
    The bliss once lost through hapless Eve;
    And heaven to mortals open lies
    Now thou art portal of the skies.

    Thou art the door of heaven's high King,
    Light's gateway fair and glistering;
    Life through a Virgin is restored;
    Ye ransomed nations, praise the Lord!
status:
  la: verified
  en: verified