Ramalhete da Virgem

We want from Mary
To crown the forehead
Oh! Deign, pious mother
To accept such flowers

From our praise
Receive today the flower
To contemplate you one day
Sing with joy
Your praise
Your praise
In heavenly harmony

We offer you the lily
The chaste and pure dawn
In you, however, we find
More divine candor

You are among thorns lilies
Evil cannot reach you
With its delirium
Profane your chalice

The flower of charity
The beautiful and red flower
Accept with kindness
O mother of pure love

The delightful flower
That the same heaven praises
In you, a shining rose
Rests its son

Humble serene flower
Of our esteem
The gentle violet
Attracts your heart