¶1
Irmos: Waking at dawn, we cry to Thee: Save us, O Lord! For Thou art our God, and we know none other than Thee.
¶2
Theotokion: Still thou the inconstant tempest of my passions, O thou who gavest birth to God the Helmsman and Lord.
¶3
The virgins, having acquired the passion-bearers as companions, laid hold of the perfect crown of victory, rejoicing.
¶4
Illumined by the radiance of divine effulgence, O all-praised martyrs, ye ever enlighten the world.
¶5
Emulating the sufferings of the Lord, O invincible passion-bearers, with valiant mind ye endured pain.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.