Blessed are you, O Mary,
and blessed is your holy soul,
for your beatitude surpasses
that of all the Blessed.
Blessed are you who have borne,
embraced, and caressed as a baby
the one who upholds the ages with his secret word.
Blessed are you,
from whom the Saviour appeared on this exile earth,
subjugating the seducer and bringing peace to the world.
Blessed are you,
whose pure mouth touched the lips
of the one whom the Seraphim
do not dare to look upon in his splendor.
Blessed are you,
who have nourished with your pure milk
the source from whom the living obtain life and light.
Blessed are you,
because the whole universe
resounds with your memory,
and the Angels and human beings celebrate your feast.
Daughter of the poor,
you became the Mother of the King of kings.
You gave to the poor world
the riches that can make it live.
You are the bark laden
with the goodness
and the treasures of the Father,
who sent his riches once again into our empty home.