To you we cry,
O Queen of Mercy!
Return, that we may behold you dispensing favours,
Ah, tender Mother!
Tell your all-powerful Son
that we have no more wine.
We are thirsty after the wine of His love,
of that marvelous wine
that fills souls with a holy inebriation,
and gives them the strength to despise
the things of this world
and to seek with ardor heavenly goods.