Flor Peregrina
Filocalia
Wandering Flower
The faith and truth from heaven
Don’t come down from the ships
On the shoulders of a woman
They walk from Santiago
In a Jesuit robe
That a Jesuit imposed on her
And the wood of a cross
Carried like a flag
The fire of Saint Ignatius
Is still alive in this blaze
Standard of love
Waving over our land
Walking to the heights
Humble wandering flower
If you see our God
Ask Him for my Argentina
From the sea to the mountains
From Jujuy to Buenos Aires
Those who go to serve
See you as their mother
How many in your exercises
Have drawn near to the Lord!
Bouquet of faith
That rises to heaven in your hands
Your steps will wander
Retracing your destiny
Making God known
Where He is not known.
