Goigs De La Mare De Déu Del Claustre
Roger Mas
Hymn to the Mother of God of the Cloister
Since you love us so much
To be our patroness:
From the city of Solsona
Protect your children.
When the harsh earth plays
Bound by sin's chains
To keep you from being profaned
They hide you in a well.
From the cloisters where you dwell
Everyone gives you the title...
One day while playing there
A boy fell into your waters;
His mother thought he was dead,
That's when he cried out:
- Mom, don’t be sad,
I’ve got someone helping me...
The monks and the townsfolk,
All rushing there at once,
Still find him alive
In your sacred hands.
In the image that smiles at them,
A lamp gives off light
From the city of Solsona
Protect your children.
With no clouds in the blue sky
A great thunder brings surprise,
And the lamp stays lit
By a lightning bolt from the sky.
This striking event
Proclaims your power
From the city of Solsona
Protect your children.
Since you love us so much
To be our patroness:
From the city of Solsona
Protect your children.
