Grant, Lord, my mother paradise on high,The garden of eternal bliss thereby.
And let the heavens pour their radiant lightFor her at every soft and sacred night.
Extend Thy mercy to the mother dearAnd to the spirit chaste that wanders here.
From me send greetings, blessings, and my prayer,With salutations tender, pure, and fair.
O Lord, let her abode at journey's endBe paradise—for she was pious, friend.
I have remained, O Mother, still your child,In love devoted, gentle, undefiled.
Each year brings memory that sets aflameThe hidden fire that bears your sacred name.
I long, I yearn for that beloved face—To meet you, O my mother, full of grace.
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