Oh, with mercy, Oh Woman of Griefs
 Lower your glance towards my pains
 Thou , heart-crossed by a sword
 Address your eyes , oh desolate
 To a son of yours that dies.
 All those glances, all that sighing
 Turn to God and become prayers
 That will temper his and your pity.
 Why do my unbearable troubles
 Keep on breaking my bowels 
 And who will be able to understand
 The anxieties of my breast ?
 What is shaking my heart ? What's going on ?
 Ah! You alone know it , you alone !
 Always , wherever I walk or go,
 So huge a torment and martyrdon 
 I bear here in my breast !
 Alone then, Oh , how long
 I keep on crying , Oh , so many tears
 And inside my heart is just like bursting.
 On the vase there near the window
 My sole tear began to fall
 When inside the morning dawn
 I just picked for you there flowers,
 When the first new morning sun ray
 Lit up my room clearly,
 And out of bed it always threw me 
 Whippering all my pains.
 Ah, with your graceful intervention
 May I be save from dishonor and death
 Oh with mercy towards my pains
 Lower your glance , Oh Woman of Griefs.