If you want to be devoted to my sorrows
I will do you 2000 favors
And will put my intercession
In favor of your errors.

If for seven full days
You meditate on my sorrows
You will win against your wrongs
Some 1200 partial indulgences
In favor of your errors.

Donít think when you hear them,
That I will have the pleasure of passing them
If you are not to meditate them with feeling,
Itís not just for you to help me pass them.



The First Sorrowful Mystery:

The Prophecy of Simeon (Luke 2:22-35)

First Day meditation:

The sharp edges of my sword
That trespassed my soul
When I heard them saying
Such a bitter prophecy.

I presented my son to the temple
Like the law ordered
And Simeon with great joy
In his arms took him.

And these words told me:
Lady, this Son, beloved, loved
That you so much esteem,
You will see, imprisoned, scourged
And dying in the Cross.

If you help me pass the pain I felt,
In such a bitter passion
You will get through me
The forgiveness of your Savior.

(Make a wish)


The Second Sorrowful Mystery:

The Flight into Egypt (Matthew 2:13-15)

Second Day meditation:

The second sorrow was when
To kill my son
The wrathful Herod ordered
To behead the other children,
The innocents of the world.

An angel from heaven came
And alerted my beloved spouse
That we go on our way
That ireful Herod was coming
With his wicked army.

I grabbed my Child in my arms
And with Joseph I went to Egypt,
With slow steps consider what
Conflict broke my heart into pieces.
In each instant I looked back
To see if perhaps the tyrant followed,
Without sleep and without rest,
Without major prevention
My afflicted heart walked.

Some valueless thieves came out
And a thief, listening to what happened
His heart speaking
Sheltered us in his home.

If you do like that thief
And take compassion of me
What I will do for you
Is to get you your pardon.

(Make a wish)


The Third Sorrowful Mystery:

The Loss of Jesus in the Temple (Luke 2:41-52)

Third Day meditation:

The third sorrow was when
Three days later my love was lost.
Meditate the agonies
That you will also cry
My bitter sorrows.

Joseph,my beloved spouse, and I
With Jesus went to the Temple
Once we had arrived
We saw a great multitude
Gathered there.

A great feast was going on
Having finished
I was leaving the Temple
And Joseph with great care was
Through the other door leaving.

Upon both of us meeting
To my husband I asked:
Joseph, and where is Godís Child?
Maria, I donít know,
I thought He was with you.

That broken heart
Felt as if it was numb
Crying its bitter luck
Of seeing Jesus lost.

If you have lost Jesus,
Because ofsin; come to Me
When you find yourself afflicted
Because if you do it like that
Your rest will be assured.

(Make a wish)


The Fourth Sorrowful Mystery:

Mary Meets Jesus on the Way to Calvary (Luke 23:27-31)

Fourth Day meditation:

The fourth sorrow was
When on the Way to the Cross
I saw my Son walking
And stumbling in the way
Having been the sentence given.

John came to my house
And gave me the sad tidings
I gave a tender sigh
And fainted I remained.

With the valor heaven gave me
And such a great anguish
I walked with desire
To see the good of my life,
Afflicted and inconsolable.

I got to the cruel street
Where I stopped to listen
The voices of that throng
And without ceasing for a moment
Murmuring about Him.

The street cry and trumpet said:
Death to the wicked, criminal thief
And crossed He shall pay his infamous preaching.
Breaking through the crowd
My Son I embraced
With such great pain
And a knot within my throat
I spoke to him interiorly.

If in this great pain,
You stop to meditate,
In your deathbed,
I promise to help.

For your anguish and pain,
Donít abandon us, My Mother
In our life or in our death,
Or in Godís tribunal.

(Make a wish)


The Fifth Sorrowful Mystery:

Mary Stands at the Foot of the Cross (John 19:25-27)

Fifth Day meditation:

The fifth sorrow was so painful
That itís worth of meditation,
When my beloved Son,
I saw was being crucified,
In the Cross as a thief.

We reached the mountain,
Where with divestment,
They tore with malice and wickedness,
In the front of my eyes,
The tunic wet with his blood.

I, who saw him naked,
His wounds again reopened
My anguish increased
Seeing Him so mistreated.

To lie down
On the cross, they ordered,
And with patience
He did what they asked,
And with insolent tyranny,
Nailed were his hands and feet.

They turned the Holy Cross
And riveted the nails,
With laughs and reproaches,
The Holy Cross was raised,
And the Holy Body was left
Between the two thieves.

If in this great pain,
You stop to meditate,
In your deathbed,
I promise to help.

(Make a wish)


The Sixth Sorrowful Mystery:

Mary Receives the Dead Body of Jesus in Her Arms (John 19:38-40)

Sixth Day meditation:

On the sixth with tender ropes,
The Son of my entrails,
Dead and made pieces
Was placed into my arms.

The holy men saw
My sadness and bitterness,
And to Pilate they asked permission,
And it was conceded,
To give bury him.

Immediately he was removed
His nails removed from the holy body
They put Him into my arms
In a white and clean linen.

And immediately commenced
To prepare the shroud with
Fragrant oils and spices,
That those holy men
brought in anticipation,
to help me in
such prodigious circumstances.

I was watching Him,
From his feet to his head,
My pain always fueling
Such a bitter sadness
And sighing saying:
My Son, my beloved
Who has placed on you these thorns?
Who has pierced you on the side?
And this divine hand and drilled these feet?

If you meditate this pain
Leaving your vices aside,
On the day of your judgment,
On whatever God charges you,
I will give you the discharge.

Make a wish)


The Seventh Sorrowful Mystery:

Jesus is Placed in the Tomb (John 19:41-42) and Maryís Solitude

Seventh Day meditation:

This is so fixed
That everything breaks me up
When I found myself without My Son
No longer alive or dead.

The men who were so saddened would tell me
Great Lady; do not succumb to cries
That the time has come,
For the Holy burial.

Soften so much torment,
Cease now that hard sorrow,
Give us the bloodied Body
To give it burial.

I was still thankful,
For such a beautiful courtesy,
Giving them My Son saying:
Take this jewel of mine,
The Son that I most loved.

Saint John and the Magdalene,
Both took my hands,
All covered with sorrow,
We followed behind,
Where the sepulcher mandated.

We reached the monument,
Where with honorable piety,
The Holy Body remained,
Covered by a huge stone.

Sad is the pure Virgin,
Looking at that sepulcher,
Never a creature has been seen,
Contemplating her Son,
With such pain and sorrow.

She is alive and buried,
She is dead but has life,
She has sores and is wounded,
While looking dead and destroyed,
To the one who was her dear Light.

All these seven swords,
Trespassed my heart,
If they are meditated by you
You will win the reward
Of the heavenly abode,
A token of immense value.

For your anguish and pain,
Donít abandon us, My Mother
In our life or in our death,
Or in Godís tribunal.

(Make a wish)



Preparatory Prayers:

Introductory Prayer:

My God, I offer You this Rosary for Your glory, so I may honor Jesusí Mother, the Blessed Virgin, so I can share and meditate upon her suffering and, through her, the suffering of Jesus. I humbly beg You to give me true repentance for all my sins, wisdom, and humility.

Act of Contrition: O my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended You, and I detest all my sins because I dread the loss of heaven and the pains of hell; but most of all because they offend You, my God, You Who are all good and deserving of all my love. I firmly resolve, with the help of Your grace, to confess my sins, to do penance, and to amend my life. Amen.

Then pray 3 Hail Mary's: In thanksgiving for our Sorrowful Mother's tears and our tears in union with hers.

Before Each Mystery, Pray: Most Merciful Mother, remind us always about the sorrows of your Son, Jesus.


Translation by Carmen Morell

 Thanks to Elvira M.




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