Listen, daughter, and behold:
you have become a daughter of your Son,
handmaiden of your Child,
mother of your Creator,
bearer of the most high Redeemer.
The King has fallen in love
with the splendor of your beauty
and has deigned to prepare for himself
a most pure dwelling in his world.
Obtain for us, therefore, from him
who, taken by longing for you, made you his mother,
to pour into us the wondrous sweetness of desire for him,
so that we remain dedicated to his service in this life,
and our journey o’er, without chaos, we arrive
with him who was born of you.
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