Irmos: It is not possible for men to behold God, upon Whom the ranks of angels dare not gaze; but through thee, O most pure one, hath the Word appeared incarnate unto men; and magnifying Him with the armies of heaven, we call thee blessed.
Theotokion: In the guise of human flesh the Word appeared, born of thy womb, O pure and divinely joyous Virgin Mary, and, having endured suffering, He hath drawn to Himself a multitude of martyrs.
Emulating the suffering of Christ, ye endured the trial of many torments, O blessed ones; and when your heads were severed, ye were numbered among the ranks of heaven, resplendent with glory and adorned with divine rays.
Thou didst dye thy robe purple in thy blood, O wise Thyrsus, and gloriously arrayed thyself therein; and wielding the Cross as it were a scepter, thou now reignest with Christ, rejoicing with all the passion-bearers, O divinely blessed one.
The angelic hosts marvelled at your struggles, wounds, opposition and violent death, O blessed ones; and dwelling with them, O most lauded ones, be ye mindful of those who celebrate your memory.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.