A woman of martyrs, overcome by grief

1. The woman of martyrs, overcome by her grief; The queen of virgins, melted by her love. ; Oh, alas, if you could see, you would still have pity, ; Your holy Virgin mother. ; ; 2. She weeps in the form of a gentle dove for her sweet son, ; That she sees Christ on his altar in his final hour. ; Oh, alas, if you could see, you would still have pity, ; Your holy Virgin mother. ; ; 3. Oh, sorrowful mother, flower of virginity, ; Through your son's heavy suffering your heart beat. ; Oh, alas, if you could see, you would still have pity, ; Your holy Virgin mother.