Who would not share her sorrow,
seeing the loving mother
grieving with her son?

For the sins of his people
she saw Jesus in torment
and subjected to the scourge.

She saw her sweet son
dying forsaken
as he gave up the spirit.

Oh Mother, fount of love,
make me feel the power of grief
that I may mourn with you.

Make my heart burn
with love for Christ our Lord,
that I may please him.

Holy Mother, grant that
the wounds of the Crucified
be scored deep into my heart.

Share with me the pains
of your wounded son
who deigned to suffer so for me.

Make me, Holy One, to weep with you, and grieve for the Crucified
as long as I live.

To stand with you beside the cross
and share your grief
is my desire.

Virgin most exalted among virgins,
be not now ill-disposed towards me;
grant that I may grieve with you.

Grant that I may bear the death of Christ,
grant that I may share his passion
and contemplate his wounds.

Let me be wounded with his wounds,
inebriated by the cross
and the love of your son.

Inflamed and set on fire,
may I be defended by you, O Virgin,
on the day of judgement.

Grant that I may be protected by the cross,
fortified by the death of Christ,
strengthened by grace.

When my body dies,
let my soul be granted
the glory of Paradise.