Every time I hear the melody, Ava Maria,
Oh, I cannot help thinking only of you,
Seeing you standing beside the Virgin Mary-
Answered prayer of yours, spiritually, coming true.
I know, dear, you are looking down upon me.
And at times, want to wipe the tears from my eyes.
I really cannot wait to be beside you
And with the Mother of God, too, in Paradise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem