O branch and diadem of royal purple,
who are in your cloister like armor.
Putting forth leaves, you have blossomed in another manner
than that in which Adam begat the whole of humankind.
Hail, hail, another life has come forth from your womb,
than that of which Adam despoiled his own children.
O flower, you did not sprout from dew 
nor from drops of rain 
nor did the air rush over you,
but the divine brilliance produced you on a most noble branch.
O branch, your blossoming 
God foresaw on the first day of your creation,
And by his word he made a golden substance, O praiseworthy virgin.
O how great in its virtues is the side of man,
from which God produced the form of woman,
which he made the mirror of all his adornment 
and the embrace of all his creation.
Therefore the celestial instruments sing together,
and all the earth marvels, O praiseworthy Mary,
for God has loved you greatly.
O how greatly it is to be lamented and bewailed,
that sadness, by the transgression 
upon the serpent's counsel, has flowed into woman.
For that very woman whom God appointed mother of all
tore her womb with the wounds of ignorance 
and produced sorrow in abundance for her progeny.
But, O dawn, from your womb a new sun has appeared,
which has cleansed all of Eve's transgressions 
and through you has offered a blessing greater
than Eve's harm to humanity.
Wherefore, O Deliverer, who have offered a new light for humankind,
gather your son's members into the celestial harmony.