Undefiled mother of God, noble maiden, 
around whom gather thousands of hosts of holy beings, 
look upon us so far as we deserve for our praises. 
You know, o fair virgin, how great a hazard is run 
by us exiles who are cast ashore everywhere.

Without you there remains no peace, no hope from our labours, 
no safety for our country, nor home to be inherited from our Father, 
before whom you stand as a queen: managing everything you raise up the holy 
with a happy smile, whom you (give to) drink of sweet nectar, 
and you make those who persevere to sit at the holy banquet.

Make your Son look on us wretched folk with the eye of compassion: 
this you are able to do. Snatch up from here the weary, o holy virgin, 
and place them safe in the citadel (of Heaven).