¶1
Irmos: Rising at dawn, we cry to Thee: Save us, O Lord! for Thou art our God, and we know none other than Thee.
¶2
Nurtured by the words of the Holy Spirit, the martyrs abolished irrational idolatry.
¶3
Theotokion: O Theotokos, cease thou never to beseech Him Whom thou didst bear, that He save the souls of us who earnestly hymn thee.
¶4
The athletes were luminous stars and flowers of the Faith emitting sweet fragrance.
¶5
Ye were shown to be a field of the Most High, O saints, harvested by the scythe of torture, O most lauded ones.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.