Pious mother of the Saviour, hope of this world, Mary, hail, full of grace.
Door of the Heaven, temple of God, harbour of the sea through which the sinners run with confidence.
Worthy bride of the highest king, mild and propitious to everybody with the help of the good deeds.
Light for the blinds, passage for the crippled, Martha for the pure and Mary for the desire of the mind.
Hail pride of the virgins, mediator of men, mother of salvation.
We long for you, pious, if you don’t lead us we stray. So teach us what to do, so that we may live forever with the saints after this death.