Lovely virgin, clothed with the sun,
Crowned with stars, you so pleased
The high sun that in you he hid his own light,
Love urges me to speak a word to you;
But I cannot begin without your help,
And the help of Him who placed himself lovingly in you:
I call on her who always responds positively 
To those who call on her with faith.
Virgin, if to take away
Extreme misery from the human condition 
You are always willing, then incline yourself to my prayer;
Help in this my war
Though I am on earth and you are queen of heaven.

Wise virgin, one of that fine number
Of the blessed wise virgins,
Or rather the first among them, with the clearest lamp;
O solid shield of afflicted peoples
Against the blows of Death and Fate
Beneath which we triumph, not just escape;
O cooler of blind heat which flares up,
Which crackles among mortals;
Virgin, those beautiful eyes
Which saw sadly the spiteful wounds
On the sweet limbs of your dear son,
Turn them on my uncertain state, 
Mine who comes to you, unadvised, for advice.

Pure virgin, spotless in every way,
Noble daughter and mother too of your son,
You who light up this life and adorn the other
Through you -- o window of that higher, shining heaven - 
Your Son, son too of the highest Father,
Came down to save us in these last days
And from all earthly wombs
Only you were chosen, 
blessed Virgin
That the weeping of Eve should turn to happiness.
Make me, as you can, worthy of his grace,
O blessed without end,
Already crowned in the kingdom above.

Holy virgin, full of every grace,
Who through true and deepest humility
Leapt up to heaven, from where you hear my prayers,
You gave birth to the fount of piety,
The sun of justice, who brings peace
To this age full of obscure and close-crowding errors:
Three sweet and dear names you have collected in yourself,
Mother, daughter and wife;
Glorious virgin,
Queen of the king who loosed us from our bonds
And made the world free and happy:
By his holy wounds
I pray you to satisfy my heart, truly blessed one.

Only true virgin on earth, without a peer,
You who enamoured heaven of your beauty,
Whom none could equal or even come in second place,
Holy thoughts and pious and chaste acts
Made you holy to the true God and a living temple
Fruitful in your virginity.
Through you can my life be joyful
As in your prayers, o Mary
Sweet and pious virgin,
Where sin abounds grace abounds too.
With the knees of my mind I bow down
I pray that you will be my escort
And direct my twisted path to a good end.

Virgin clear and rock-steady for ever,
Star of this stormy sea,
Trusted guide of every faithful helmsman,
Turn your thoughts to that terrible storm
In which I find myself alone without a rudder,
And already close to the final shout.
But my sinful soul trusts in you alone,
I don't deny it,
Virgin; but I pray to you
That your enemy should not laugh at my ills:
Remember that our sin made 
God -- to save us -- take
Human flesh, in your virginal cloister.

Virgin, how many tears I have already shed,
How many pleas and prayers in vain,
Simply through my own sin and heavy condemnation!
From when I was born by the river Arno,
Searching in this or that other place,
My life has been nothing but trouble.
Mortal beauty, acts and words have all
Encumbered my soul.
Holy and kind virgin
Do not delay as I am perhaps in my last year.
My days are flowing swifter than an arrow
In misery and sin
They have gone, and only Death is waiting.

Virgin, she is just so much earth now, 
but she has placed my heart in sadness, 
which living she kept in weeping;
She never knew a single one of my thousand ills
And to know them, what happened should simply not have happened: 
all other wishes would have been death to me, and to her bad reputation.
Now you queen of heaven, you our goddess 
If I may say that and it befits you,
Virgin of noble feelings
You see it all; and what others cannot do
Is nothing to your great power
To make an end of my sorrow
Which would be honour to you and salvation to me.

Virgin in whom I have all my hope
Who is able and willing to help me in my great need,
Do not abandon me in this last pass;
None guards me but he who deigned to create me;
Not my own courage but his noble semblance
Which is in me moves you to take care of a man so low.
Medusa and my error have made me stone
Dripping with vain tears;
Virgin, you with holy
And pious tears fulfil my weary heart
So at least the last tear may be devout
Free of earthly slime
As the first was not marked by madness.

Humane virgin, enemy of pride
May love of our common beginning lead you
To pity a contrite and humble heart.
Since I used to love a little bit of fallen mortal dust
With so wonderful a faith,
What must I do with respect to you who are so noble?
I from my state so wretched and vile
I rise again by your hand,
Virgin, I will consecrate and cleanse
In your name my thoughts and talents and style,
My tongue and heart, my tears and sighs.
Push me towards a better passage
And willingly accept my changed desires.

Day hurries on, and cannot be long,
So fast the time runs and flies.
Virgin unique and lone
Both conscience and death stab my heart.
Commend me to your dear son, truly 
man and truly God,
That he would receive my last breath in peace.