Hino a Santa Rita de Cássia

Ah, there are no roses without thorns, not in Jesus' flowerbed
There, whoever wants to gain life must carry their cross
In this garden, Rita of Cascia, the rose-flower was sown
Who left everything in this life, because she understood what love is
Neither sufferings nor family disappointed her decision
To follow only Jesus Christ, never betraying her heart

You were Jesus' favorite rose!
Teach me the lesson of life! To suffer, to love, carrying the cross

In bitter life, oh Saint Rita, whoever knows how to love, knows how to suffer
And, in the torturous silence, learns the art of living
Your countenance reflected, the splendor of your life
The bright light of joy, expressing Our Lord
Your divine perfume makes our people dream
Even suffering in this life, only those who know how to love are truly happy

You were Jesus' favorite rose!
Teach me the lesson of life! To suffer, to love, carrying the cross

Holy woman of the impossible, bless our roses
For the most difficult moments, may they be miraculous flowers
Remedy for our pains, balm for the heart
And, when there is discord, may there be unity among couples
Give us your beloved Jesus, so we can walk
And, embracing our cross, may we also be saved

You were Jesus' favorite rose!
Teach me the lesson of life! To suffer, to love, carrying the cross
You were Jesus' favorite rose!
Teach me the lesson of life! To suffer, to love, carrying the cross