Poema sacrum, in diem purificationis, augustissimae Dei genitricis Mariae

O Mother, since you first brought forth salvation for the human race immersed in the cruel waves of Phlegethon a river of fire in the underworld, and restored joys to the sad world. O glory, O Mother venerable for your great name, and who rejoices in the eternal Spirit of the Father, I pray that you watch over us if by chance our sins offend the King, bending the anger of the Divine with prayer. And illuminating us, earth-born, girded in vast darkness, with your light, dispel the black cloud. Grant also that we may lift our spirits in hard times and bear away sublime triumphs over the conquered enemy. Here the Lion roars without end, and thirsty, devours with bloody mouth the souls to be pressed by eternal death. One must enter the path subjected to heavy perils, where a cruel predator kills the unwary who go there. And not far from here a river rises from sudden waves; there a frequent crowd is drowned by a swift, ravaging storm, never to see a quiet port. We flee these falls and the many dangers of things, relying on your light and illuminated by your brightness, and we go at last to the footprints of peaceful peace. What remains, O Divine Mother, O unwed Virgin, I myself will lift up you, your name, and your perennial praises in a song shining above the ether forever.