Irmos: Blessed art Thou, O God of our fathers, Who bedewed the children in the furnace and preserved her who gave Thee birth a Virgin after birthgiving!
Theotokion: Cease thou never to entreat Him Who was incarnate of thee in manner past recounting, O all-hymned Theotokos, that our souls be delivered from the snares of the enemy.
Rome boasteth of thy birth, and Mylassa boasteth yet more greatly, having acquired thy relics, from whence miracles flow forth upon the faithful, O bride of God.
Thou hast been shown to be a river of healings, engulfing the sea of the passions of those who chant: Blessed art Thou, O Lord God of our fathers!
Thou didst lull to sleep the soul-destroying passions during thy many vigils, O blessed one, and didst fall into the sleep which becometh the righteous, praying for the world.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.