Motetus :
Happy virgin, mother of Christ,
Who brought joy to a sad world
By your birth,
O sweetest one,
You thus annihilated heresies
When you believed the angel
And bore your Son,
O most chaste one.
Ask your Son, most pious lady,
To drive away the very many evils
And very heavy torments
Which we suffer;
For, most splendid light of lights,
We are being drawn away
By a very abundant tribe
From highest heaven to deepest hell;
We are stripped of all good things,
We are persecuted by the wicked
By whom we are subjected, o virgin, 
To [servitude]1
For we walk like blind men
And follow no leader,
But we draw ourselves away
From safe paths.
Sourceof grace and virtue,
Our sole hope of salvation,
Have pity on the forsaken,
Give your help 
So that, freed from sins
And led to the right path
With our enemies destroyed,
There may be peace together with joy for us.

Triplum :
Inviolate mother,
Gracious conqueror of pride,
Devoid of equal,
Door-keeper of our heavenly home,
Who listens to the wretched,
Star of the sea
Who console like a mother
And intercede for our faults
Humbly,
Source of singular grace
Who rule the angels.
Swiftly
Prepare for us a safe journey
And help us courageously [lit. ‘like a man’]
For we are perishing;
We are under hostile assault
But we are feebly defended
Nor do we know
Where we can turn
Nor through whom we shall be saved
Unless by you.
Ah!  So we ask
That we may be beneath your wings:
Turn yourself towards us.

Tenor :
To you we sigh crying and weeping …