Virgin, grace of the forests,
Heard on the twin breezes,
Which oft incline to give ear to
This one, who proclaims aloud: [Love]
He who was born of a Virgin, the Exalted [the Lamb].
Say, please, why cry forth [He loves]
On this soft pillow that Your pious Mother lays out [on the dark night]?
Or is your faint cry occasioned [your daring]
By the one who led from heaven [the revolt*]
Though victory is declared, [will conquer]
To love this, the same Christ, above all [to Him.]
What greater burden to love [than to hold back],
Let it blossom [Say now!]
Now here lies the very God [It is He]
Come with me in thanksgiving, grateful [shall you be]
Let us happily make our way towards the manger [let us go]
Small gifts shall I bear [I will bring].
(* a reference to Lucifer’s fall]