O virga ac diadema 
purpure regis, 
que es in clausura tua 
sicut lorica: 
Tu frondens [bad word] 
in alia vicissitudine 
quam Adam omne genus humanum
produceret. 
Ave, ave de tuo ventre 
alia vita processit 
qua Adam filios suos denudaverat. 
O flos, tu non germinasti de rore 
nec de guttis pluvie, 
nec aer desuper to volavit, 
sed divina claritas 
in nobilissima virga te produxit. 
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Praise for the Mother 

O branch and diadem 
of the kings purple, 
you who are in your enclosure 
like a breastplate: 
Burgeoning, you blossomed
after another fashion than Adam
gave rise to the whole human race. 
Hail hail from your womb 
came another life 
of which Adam had stripped his sons. 
O flower, you did not spring from tew 
nor from drops of rain 
nor did the air fly over you 
but the divine radiance