A spot of blood unleashed a flood of fear;
had enemies of life bypassed our care?
Helpless to help the helpless life so near,
we writhed immobile, limited to prayer.

To snuff the heartbeat we so gladly saw
A secret war was waged within her womb:
Behold the trace of murder's secret claw:
Behold a cradle turned into a tomb.

The teeth of tears are tearing me apart:
How can I face her open agony?
Mother of Sorrows, ease a mother's heart;
Mother of God, shed light also on me.

Her tears upon my heart, and mine on hers,
we still can be each other's comforters.