Gozos Del Glorioso San Isidro


From a lowly laborer;

We ask on this day here on earth,

With great joy and holy myrth;

His intercession and favor.


Ardent charity you coddle;

Your sincere heart in name,

And it burns in its pure flame;

To all you were a role model.


The one in need doth roam;

And the most wretched pilgrim too,

Directs his cries to you;

At the door of your precious home.


If little birds that trill;

Are lacking in their feed,

You provide for their full need;

Which calms their grievous ill.


And if your grumbling master sings;

Someday complaining of his thirsts,

By your intercession bursts;

Forth a fresh source of springs.


Of prayer form’s, best banner;

Isidore, you were the archetype,

That’s why, as Heaven’s prototype;

You received its highest honor.


Saint Isidore with no alarm;

But with the greatest holy joy,

Deliver from Hell this, your boy;

A Your child, without wound or harm.


Your toils on earth you despise;

Perhaps you will not recall,

But God divine remembers all;

To whom your prayers rise.


A winged cherub He fashions;

Your holy field for to work,

In vain does Satan lure;

With his most treacherous passions.


Similarly, your holy wife by far;

María de la Cabeza, was her name,

By her virtue and purity’s fame;

Appeared as a bright, shining star.


God, honored your zeal and might;

And your most vivid charity,

Your humility knew no disparity;

So, He raised you to Heaven’s height.


Upon your beloved homeland;

Cast your gaze most benign,

Prostrated at your feet divine;

Your aide I always demand.


Dios Te Salve, Luna Hermosa;

God keep thee, Oh Moon most gracious,

God keep thee, Light day doth carry;

God keep thee, both Sun and Beacon.


And God bid thee, Hail Mary;

Angels way up in the Heavens,

And all mankind sings your praise;

 Invoking with love enraptured.


Holy Virgin, Full of grace;

At your feet we lie most humbly,

Queen of Mercies, asking to--

Grant them to us, Gracious Lady.


For, The Lord is with you;

More exquisite than the moon,

Or the sun, and so we bow;

Since the origin of the Earth.


Lady, Blessed art thou;

Perfectly you were well-chosen,

Virgin, dispelling the demon;

You are truly the best treasure.


Heaven fashioned Among women;

Angels and saints sing your praises,

 Filled with rapture, thus transmute;

In the name of Jesus stating.


And Blessed is the fruit;

From the east doth spring the sunshine,

With its light the whole world teases;

From your lips springs forth the dawn.


And Of thy womb, Jesus;

Who might be blest and deserving,

To be your slave, Mother Mary;

With a letterhead thus saying:

 “You are with us, Holy Mary,”


Ever since with flower and diamond;

Your brow crowned above all winners,

We beg you, Most Holy Virgin;

That you Pray for us sinners.


Finally, Most Gracious Lady;

Mercy, grace and light our end,

Begging with full heart thus open;

We all proclaim, Amen.