To one that is so fair and bright
Velut maris stella,
Brighter than the day is light,
Parens et puella,
I cry to thee to turn to me:
Lady pray thy Son for me,
Tam pia,
That I may come to thee,

In sorrow, counsel thou art best,
Felix fecundata:
For all the weary thou art rest,
Mater honorata:
Beseech him in thy mildest mood,
Who for us did shed his blood
In cruce
That we may come to him
In luce.

All this world was forlorn,
Eva peccatrice,
Till our Saviour Lord was born
De te genetrice;
With thy Ave sin went away,
Dark night went and in came day
The well of healing sprang from thee

Lady, flower of every thing,
Rosa sine spina,
Thou bore Jesu, heaven’s King,
Gratia divina.
Of all I say thou bore the prize,
Lady, Queen of paradise,
Maiden mild, Mother
Es effecta.
(Anon. Medieval)