Blessings to my queen, my hope to the Mother of God, friend of the orphans and strange intercessors, those who grieve with joy, those who are offended by the patroness! See my misfortune, see my sorrow; help me as I am weak, feed me as I am strange. Weigh my offense, resolve it as if you will: for I have no other help except You, no other intercessor, no good comforter, except You, O Mother of God, for you will preserve me and cover me forever and ever. Amen.
A friend of the orphans is a shelter for orphans. Strange representative - intercessor of the wandering. Feed me as I am strange - guide me, a wanderer, on the path. Vesey - You know. Allow her - free her from her. Like you will - as You want. As if I am not an imam of any other help - because I do not have (I do not have) any other help. Is it for You - except for You?
To whom shall I cry, Lady? To whom shall I resort in my sorrow, if not to You, Queen of Heaven? Who will accept my cry and my sighing, if not You, Most Immaculate, the hope of Christians and refuge for us sinners? Who will protect You more in adversity? Hear my groaning, and incline Your ear to me, the Lady Mother of my God, and do not despise me, who requires Your help, and do not reject me, a sinner. Enlighten and teach me, Queen of Heaven; do not depart from me Thy servant, O Lady, for my murmuring, but be my Mother and intercessor. I entrust myself to Your merciful protection: lead me, a sinner, to a quiet and serene life, so that I may weep for my sins. To whom shall I resort when I am guilty, if not to You, the hope and refuge of sinners, inspired by the hope of Your ineffable mercy and Your bounty? About the Lady Queen of Heaven! You are my hope and refuge, protection and intercession and help. To my queen, most blessed and speedy Intercessor! Cover my sins with Your intercession, protect me from enemies visible and invisible; soften the hearts of evil people who rebel against me. O Mother of the Lord my Creator!
You are the root of virginity and the unfading color of purity. O Mother of God! Give me help to those who are weak with carnal passions and those who are sick at heart, for one thing is Yours and with You the intercession of Your Son and our God; and through Your wondrous intercession may I be delivered from all misfortune and misfortune, O most immaculate and glorious Mother of God, Mary. The same with hope I say and cry: Rejoice, O Blessed One, rejoice, O O Joyful One; Rejoice, Most Blessed One, the Lord is with You.
If - if. More – bigger, better. Ubo - here: same. Imam - I have. That's why too. I speak and cry - I speak and exclaim.
O Most Holy Virgin, Mother of Christ our God, Queen of heaven and earth! Hear the much-painful sighing of our soul, look down from Thy holy height upon us, who with faith and love worship Thy most pure image. We are immersed in sins and overwhelmed by sorrows, looking at Your image, as if You were alive and living with us, we offer our humble prayers. The imams have no other help, no other intercession, no consolation except You, O Mother of all who mourn and are burdened. Help us the weak, satisfy our sorrow, guide us, the erring, on the right path, heal and save the hopeless, grant us the rest of our lives to spend in peace and silence, grant us a Christian death, and at the Last Judgment of Your Son, the merciful Intercessor will appear to us, may we always sing, magnify and glorify You, as the good Intercessor of the race Christian, with all those who please God, forever and ever. Amen.
Wonmi - listen with attention. As if You were alive with us - as if You were alive with us. Not imams, because we don’t have them.