Formosa És, Rainha Imaculada

Beautiful you are, immaculate queen
Fragrant lily, divine dawn
If one day my eyes forget you
Oh mother, then remember me

I want to die singing your praises
Like a nightingale that expires at sunset
When my poor lyre is broken
My sad heart will sing to you

Beautiful you are, oh immaculate mother!
God himself made you without equal
You have the incomparable brightness of the Sun
The splendor of the shining stars

I want to die singing your praises
Like a nightingale that expires at sunset
When my poor lyre is broken
My sad heart will sing to you

Beautiful you are, daughter of your son
Adorned by him with eternal purity
The world is adorned by your virtue
To host your son, Jesus

I want to die singing your praises
Like a nightingale that expires at sunset
When my poor lyre is broken
My sad heart will sing to you

Beautiful you are, forever pure wife
Burning furnace of divine love
Your heart, warmed by the divine Sun
Is a perennial source of eternal life

I want to die singing your praises
Like a nightingale that expires at sunset
When my poor lyre is broken
My sad heart will sing to you