Mother most pure
Spotless, meek and devout
An epitome of purity
Carved by the master
For His own aim
Mother most pure
A rare and priceless vessel
Full of the best lilies
Sweetly scented with royalty
Watered by the master
A master florist He is
Mother most pure
Crowned with nature by nature
Her regalia were Heaven’s task
Her head’s crown was never made
His glory crowned her crown
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem