Tota púlchra es María,
Et mácula originális non est in te.
Vestiméntum túum cándidum quasi nix,
Et fácies túa sícut sol.
Tu glória Jerúsalem,
Tu lætítia Israel,
Tu honorificéntia pópuli nóstri.
Benedícta es tu, Vírgo María,
A Dómino Déo excélso
Præ ómnibus muliéribus super térram.
Tráhe nos Vírgo immaculáta,
Post te currémus
In odórem unguentórum tuórum.
Thou art all fair, O Mary,
And original sin dwells not in thee.
Your vestments are as white as snow,
And your face is like the sun.
Thou glory of Jerusalem,
Thou joy of Israel,
Thou honour of our people,
Thou art blessed, Virgin Mary,
Exalted by the Lord God
Before all women on earth.
Draw us, Virgin immaculate,
As we run behind thee
Amid the fragrance of thy perfume.
(trans.,
William Hawley)