I never did harm to a living soul!
With a secret hand
I relieved as many misfortunes as I knew of.

Always with true faith
My prayer
Rose to the holy shrines.

Always with true faith
I gave flowers to the altar.
In the hour of grief

Why, why, o Lord,
Why do you reward me thus?
I gave jewels for the Madonna's mantle,

And I gave my song to the stars, to heaven,
Which smiled with more beauty.
In the hour of grief

Why, why, o Lord,
Ah, why do you reward me thus?