Hail, salvation of the weak, and consolation of the miserable; Destroy the squalors of the sins, of those who praise you, lady.
Hail, mother of Jesus Christ, as a virgin you bore a god. Through your virtue you ascended to heaven, granting salvation to mankind.
You were a flower among thorns, like a flower you pleased the flower through the grace of piety.
Hail, mother of the true Solomon, fleece of Gedeon, whose new-born the Magi praised with three gifts.
Virgin without compare, you who bestowed joys upon the weeping world.
May you deign to behold us, so that we may be able to live with Christ in glory.