I salute you, O you who, touched with compassion at the sight of the terrible nudity to which we were reduced in the Garden of Eden, by the pernicious fruit which gave death to our souls, you covered us with a magnificent garment; not woven by the hands of man, but imposed on us by God himself; You who, when we were drowned in the mire of iniquity, were given to us as the remission of sins, O sacred Bride of the Almighty!

Hail, O You who, under your well-regulated steps, have trampled on that tyrant who dragged me, to harm me, into transgression, that perfidious adviser, that enemy of all good, that deceitful serpent called the Devil, and who took, as if by the hand, our corruptible and always ready to fall nature, to lead it, in your company, to the spiritual Sanctuary and to the divine Tabernacle which never grows old!

I salute you, O you who brought forth the light of a day of joy and gladness on the heads of those who were as if chained in the darkness of death, in the abyss of infirmity, and to whom you have promised to dissipate, by the Power of God, this fatal obscurity, O Mary, more sublime than all miracles.

Hail, O Thou who distils on us the divine dew of intelligence, O shining Cloud that has risen on our horizon, shrouded in the darkness of death, brightest of all suns! O Source which, taking your origin in heaven, forms these rapid rivers of the knowledge of God, which carry away, by the clear and pure waters of the orthodox faith, the silt of heresy!

I salute you, o divine Paradise, o Sojourn of Wisdom, o Garden full of charms, planted by the Hand of the Almighty, where the Wood of Life flourishes to communicate the knowledge of the truth and to give immortality to those who taste!

I salute you, O sacred building, O immaculate and spotless palace of the great King, of God himself, O you who have been clothed in his majesty and have called all men to receive in you a holy hospitality, where they can enjoy the mysteries of the faith from their first origin!

I salute you, O New Zion, O Holy Jerusalem, O august City of the great King, in whose towers God is clearly known, and through whose midst He passes without shaking or hurting her, while He moves nations and make kings fall at your feet to pay homage to your glory!

I salute you, O fruitful and shady Mountain, where the rational Lamb was nourished who washed away our sins and healed our diseases, and from which was detached, without the help of a human hand, this little stone which overthrew the altars of idols, and, by marvelous wonder in our eyes, became the cornerstone!

I salute you, O Sacred Throne of God, O Sacred Treasure, O Resplendent and Glorious House, O Venerable Tabernacle, O Chosen Vessel which God has reserved for His use, O Mercy of the whole universe, O Heaven which tells of the glory of Most High High, O miraculous East from which rises a star which knows no setting, of which the summit of the sky is the point of departure, and of which no one can avoid the heat, that is to say the providential conduit!

Hail Mary, full of grace, holier than the saints, higher than the heavens, more glorious than the cherubim, more worthy of honor than the seraphim and more venerable than any creature!