ON YOUR TWENTY-SEVENTH YEAR

Climb, my son, to Guadalupe
on the celebration
of your twenty-seventh year:
may the dream come true!

You are a fragment of heaven,
poetry made flesh,
the arrow of my joy,
my hope and my sleepless care;
you are the crystal stream
that sprang forth in my heart.

In your twenty-seventh year,
may the dream come true!

You were born, the fruit of love,
nourished by promise,
in a valley crossed
by waters of gentle freshness,
which in you become a flower
and a blessing of baptism.

In your twenty-seventh year,
may the dream come true!

Your kingdom was clarity;
your lattice was brought down
by a garden of fantasy
that blossomed into reality within you
through your impetuous goodness,
a breeze of mysterious emotion.

In your twenty-seventh year,
may the dream come true!

Within you dwelt innocence,
devotion, sweetness;
your soul was gentle and pure,
and your childlike impatience
ventured into knowledge
with eager diligence.

In your twenty-seventh year,
may the dream come true!

Today you pursue the longings
of impetuous youth,
now that you stand in fullness,
ready for the highest flights,
to attain in heaven
glory and salvation.

In your twenty-seventh year,
may the dream come true!

On this day, beloved son,
of your new birthday,
I pray to God for happy years,
magnificent and serene,
filled with exalted meaning
and a fatherly protection.

In your twenty-seventh year,
may the dream come true!

O Our Lady of Guadalupe,
I place my trust in your intercession.