Oh, with mercy, Oh Woman of Griefs

Oh, with mercy, Oh Woman of Griefs

Lower your glance towards my pains

Thou, heart-crossed by a sword

Address your eyes, oh desolate

To a son of yours that dies.

All those glances, all that sighing

Turn to God and become prayers

That will temper his and your pity.

Why do my unbearable troubles

Keep on breaking my bowels

And who will be able to understand

The anxieties of my breast?

What is shaking my heart? What's going on?

Ah! You alone know it, you alone!

Always, wherever I walk or go,

So huge a torment and martyrdon

I bear here in my breast!

Alone then, Oh, how long

I keep on crying, Oh, so many tears

And inside my heart is just like bursting.

On the vase there near the window

My sole tear began to fall

When inside the morning dawn

I just picked for you there flowers,

When the first new morning sun ray

Lit up my room clearly,

And out of bed it always threw me

Whippering all my pains.

Ah, with your graceful intervention

May I be save from dishonor and death

Oh with mercy towards my pains

Lower your glance, Oh Woman of Griefs.