Knowest thou, sweet Mary,  
Whereto I aspire? 
It is my hope to love thee,
This is my desire. 

I would ever be near thee, 
Queen most fair and sweet! 
Do not, do not drive me 
From my Mother's feet. 

Then, O Rose most lovely! 
Let me hear from thee. 
Loving Mother! tell me 
What thou wilt of me. 

More I cannot offer, 
Lo! I bring my heart;  
Lovingly I give it, 
Never from thee to part. 

Lady, thou didst take it, 
It is no longer mine: 
Long since thou didst love it,  
And its love was thine! 

Do not, then, forsake me, 
Mother of sweet Love,  
Till one day thou see me 
Safe in Heaven above.