On Calvary you heard a voice,
well-known to you, which said:
"Woman, behold your Son".
By these words you were appointed the Mother of all believers.
And without you what life should we have,
who are the unhappy children of Adam?
Each of us has a sorrow that tries him,
a grief that oppresses, a wound that rankles.
All men run to your protection,
as to the haven of safety and the fountain of healing.
When the waves rise high in the tempest,
it is to you the mariner turns and prays for calm.
The orphan flies to you,
for he sees himself as a plant in a thirsty land,
defenseless before all the whirlwinds of life.
To you the poor offer their supplications
when they are in want of daily bread.