Anonymous 4 - Edi Beo Thu Hevene Quene
16th century polyphonic song: Blessed be you, heaven's queen, People's comfort and angel's bliss, Mother immaculate and maiden pure, Such in world no other is. In you it is easily seen, Of all women you have the prize; My sweet lady, hear my prayer And have pity on me if you will. You ascend like the ray of dawn Which separates from the dark night; From you sprang a new light That has lit all this world. There is no maid of your complexion So fair, so beautiful, so fresh, so bright; Sweet lady, have compassion And have mercy on your knight. Blossom sprung from a single root, The Holy Ghost rested upon you; That was for mankind's benefit And their soul to redeem on. Lady mild, soft and sweet, I cry for your mercy, I am your servant, Both hand and foot, In all ways that I know.
