Come forth my bride from Lebanon                                
and you shall be crowned.  Song of songs 4:8

Tota Pulchra es, O Maria, tota pulchra es, et macula non est in te.
Quam speciosa, quam suavis in deliciis conceptio illibata! Veni, veni de Libano, veni, veni de Libano, veni, veni, coronaberis.
Tu progrederis ut aurora valde rutilans, affers gaudia salutis.
Per te ortus est Christus Deus, sol justitiae, o fulgida porta lucis. Veni, veni de Libano...
Sicut lilium inter spinas: inter filias sic tu Virgo benedicta.
Tuum refulget vestimentum ut nix candidum, sicut sol facies tua. Veni, veni de Libano...

All fair art thou, O Mary, all fair art thou, and stain does not exist in thee.
How lovely, how sweet in its delights, thy conception unstained. Come, come from Lebannon, Come, come from Lebannon, Come, come, thou shalt be crowned!
Thou goest forth like the dawn exceedingly rose-colored, thou bringest the joys of salvation, through thee risen is Christ our God,
The sun of Justice, o gleaming portal of light. Come, come from Lebannon...
Like a lily amidst brambles; among the daughters so are thou, O Virgin blest.
Thy shining raiment like snow is white, even as the sun is the face of thee. Come, come from Lebannon...