¶1
Irmos: Thou hast come, O my Lord, as a light into the world: a holy light turning from the darkness of ignorance those who hymn Thee with faith.
¶2
Bound, thou didst destroy the malice of the enemy, O blessed one, keeping thy mind above material things.
¶3
Theotokion: Who can describe thy mystery, O most pure one? For, in manner past understanding and recounting, thou gavest birth to God the Word in two essences.
¶4
As a most sacred lover of purity, O all-lauded one, thou didst transform the ardent love of the maiden into love for the Lord.
¶5
Beholding the tyrant cast down and trampled underfoot, O all-blessed one, thou didst magnify the Master with joyous thought.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.