Give ear to me, thou who rulest Israel: praise thy Mother with me.
Arise and shake thyself from the dust, O my soul: go forth to meet the
Queen of Heaven.
Loose the bands of thy neck, O poor little soul of mine: and welcome her
with glorious praises.
The odor of life comes forth from her: and all salvation springs out of her
By the sweet fragrance of her spiritual gifts: dead souls are raised to
Glory be to the Father, etc.