1. A refuge for the grieving, struck with torment,
The beloved of return, her fate is sorrow,

2. A bride of beauty, laid bare on the bed of ruin,
Her tears streaming down her cheeks.

3. She is an angel, an angel of purity, departed,
To the throne of God was her return,

4. Thus said a moment in history when she rose:
Indeed for angels is Paradise their pasture.