Gentle, like the dawn.
Sparkling, like the midday sun.
Tender, like a beautiful spring evening.
Mary!
Mary, vigilant.
Mary, prompt to help us.
Mary, powerful.
Maternal.
The defender of the oppressed in the entire world.
Mary, professor of love.
Oh my mother, who could not love you?
You are the direct road to heaven,
the gentle light
illuminating our path set with snares.