Famed star of the sea, 
Virgin unkown to man,
The equal of any other
Who without stain gave birth
with voice flowing with nourishment
you come to our aid
drawing us back from woe
through Gabriel's 'hail'.

You only the mother of the Word
Whom all earth worships,
By sharpening your needle
On the neck of Satan,
Through your modest beauty
You rush forward into the spirit
In which the mind is amazed
While it flows into old age.

The form of the new law
You explain and read out,
As the king's mother
You rule the highest heaven,
Commanding the powers on high
And sitting above them,
Mastering the demons,
Threatening them by keeping them in check.

Let those who obey your throne
Prepare their prayers for you here
To be collected with these last things
Of which you sow so many and so good.
When I shall become dust
I pray that I may find you
Bringing me pardon
From above, that I may come there.
Amen.