Humilitas
4 Ego, Humilitas, regina Virtutum, dico:
venite ad me, Virtutes, et enutriam vos
ad requirendam perditam dragmam
et ad coronandum in perseverantia felicem.
Virtutes
O gloriosa regina, et O suavissima mediatrix,
libenter venimus.
Humilitas
Ideo, dilectissime filie,
teneo vos in regali talamo.
Karitas
5 Ego Karitas, flos amabilis – venite ad me,
Virtutes, et perducam vos
in candidam lucem floris virge.
Virtutes
O dilectissime flos, ardenti desiderio currimus ad te.
Timor Dei
6 Ego, Timor Dei, vos felicissimas filias preparo
ut inspiciatis in deum vivum et non pereatis.
Virtutes
O Timor, valde utilis es nobis: habemus
enim perfectum studium numquam a te separari.
Diabolus
Euge! euge! quis est tantus timor?
et quis est tantus amor? Ubi est pugnator,
et ubi est remunerator?
Vos nescitis quid colitis.
Virtutes
Tu autem exterritus es per summum iudicem,
quia, inflatus superbia, mersus es in gehennam.
Obedientia
7 Ego lucida Obedientia – venite ad me,
pulcherrime filie, et reducam vos
ad patriam et ad osculum regis.
Virtutes
O dulcissima vocatrix,
nos decet in magno studio pervenire ad te.
Fides
8 Ego Fides, speculum vite: venerables filie,
venite ad me et ostendo vobis fontem salientem.
Virtutes
O serena, speculata, habemus fiduciam
pervenire ad verum fontem per te.
Spes
9 Ego sum dulcis conspectrix viventis oculi,
quam fallax torpor non decipit – unde vos,
o tenebre, non potestis me obnubilare.
Virtutes
O vivens vita, et o suavis consolatrix,
tu mortifera mortis vincis
et vidente oculo
clausuram celi aperis.
Castitas
O Virginitas, in regali thalamo stas.
O quam dulciter ardes in amplexibus regis,
cum te sol perfulget ita quod nobilis
flos tuus numquam cadet.
O virgo nobilis, te numquam inveniet
umbra in cadente flore!
Virtutes
Flos campi cadit vento,
pluvia spargit eum.
O Virginitas, tu permanes
in symphoniis supernorum civium:
unde es suavis flos qui numquam aresces.
Innocentia
Fugite, oves, spurcicias Diaboli!
Virtutes
Has te succurrente fugiemus.

Humility
4 I, Humility, Queen of the Virtues, say:
come to me, Virtues, and I will nourish you
to be able to seek and find the lost drachma
and to crown in felicity her who perseveres.
Virtues
Oh glorious Queen, and o most gentle mediator,
we come gladly.
Humility
Because of this, beloved daughters,
I will keep you in the royal wedding-chamber.
Charity
5 I am Charity, a lovely flower – come to me,
Virtues, and I will lead you
into the radiant light of the flower of the rod.
Virtues
O dearest flower, we run to you with burning desire.
Fear-of-God
6 I, Fear-of-God, prepare blissful daughters
that they may gaze upon the living God and not die.
Virtues
O Fear, you can help us greatly: we are filled
with a perfect longing never to part from you.
Devil
Bravo! Bravo! What is this great fear,
and what is this great love? Where is the champion?
and where is the giver of rewards?
You don’t know what you are worshipping!
Virtues
But you were terrified by the supreme Judge,
because, swollen with pride, were plunged into Hell.
Obedience
7 I am shining Obedience – come to me,
most beautiful daughters, and I will lead you
to your fatherland and to the kiss of the King.
Virtues
O sweetest summoner,
it is right for us to come with great zeal to you.
Faith
8 I am Faith, the mirror of life: worthy daughters,
come to me and I shall show you the healing fountain.
Virtues
O serene one, mirror-like, we trust in you:
we shall arrive at the true fountain through you.
Hope
9 I am the sweet beholder of the living eye,
whom treacherous torpor can not deceive.
So, O shadows, you cannot cloud my gaze!
Virtues
O living life, and o gentle consoler, y
ou overcome the deadly shafts of death
and with your seeing eye
open the closed gate of heaven.
Chastity
O Virginity, you are inside the royal bed-chamber.
O how sweetly you burn in the King’s embraces,
when the Sun blazes through you,
never letting your noble flower fall.
O gentle virgin, you will never know
darkness in a fading flower!
Virtues
The flower of the fields fails in the wind,
the rain splashes it.
But you, Virginity, remain
in the symphonies of heavenly citadels:
you are the tender flower that will never grow dry.
Innocence
Flee, flock, from the Devil’s rubbish!
Virtues
We shall flee, if you help us.