Ode 4. Ἐπαρθέντα σε ἰδοῦσα.
Anastasis liturgical translations — translated by Ephrem Lash
Taking his pleasure in the contemplation of the Lord, and his delight in his radiance, the Martyr was unaware of suffering and cried aloud with joy: Glory to you power, O Lord!
Redeemed by the blood of the Master, the athlete Nikitas brings his own blood joyfully to Christ; and while being slain for him cried out: Glory to you, my God!
On fire with love for the Saviour, the Martyr trampled down the flame of idolatry and all the strength of the demons, and he cries out to the creator: Glory to your power, O Lord!
Made beautiful by the outpouring of many-coloured light, your living heaven, O Christ, the King of kings, the immaculate Virgin is now glorified as Mother of God.
Translated by Ephrem Lash. Edition lash.en.anastasis.