Mother full of grace, I know that in Nazareth You lived in poverty wanting nothing more.
No rapture, no miracle, no ecstasy
Ever embellished your life, O Queen of the Elect!
On the earth many are those who can
Simply raise their eyes to you without trembling
Incomparable Mother who chose to walk the ordinary path
Guiding us to Heaven…

Soon I will hear that sweet harmony
Soon I will see you in glorious Heaven
You smiled to me in the morning of my life
Come and smile to me again… Mother… now that evening is drawing near!
I no longer fear the splendor of your supreme glory
With you I have suffered and now on your lap
I would like to sing, Mary, why I love you so
And go on saying forever that I am your child!