I come solely to gaze on you O Mother

To gaze on you

Weep for joy

And know this

That I am your child and you are there

I come only for a moment

While everything is at a standstill

At noon

Just to be with you

O Mary

In this place where you are

Not to say anything

But to gaze at your countenance

And let my heart sing

In its own language

Not to sat anything

But solely to sing

Because my heart is overflowing

For you are beautiful

Because you are immaculate

The woman fully restored in Grace

The creature in its first honour

And its final bloom

As it issued from God

On the morn of it original splendour

You are ineffably intact

Because you are the Mother of Jesus Christ

Who is the Truth in your arms

And the only hope and the sole fruit

(Paul Claudel)