Mother of Pains, Lady of Suffering,
I contemplate your lacerate heart.
For the suffering endured by your beloved son,
In a life filled with harshness and ingratitude.
There is in your eyes such tenderness,
So much affection and divine love,
That from your tortured semblance
A lovely and pure light irradiates;
A light that illuminates the most shadowy pathway
A divine light, sublime and splendorous
That enlightens, guides, and supports.
Dear Lady, so beautiful are your tears
That they resemble gleaming stars,
Drops of light in the darkness of anguish.

Translation by Jussara Korngold