Irmos: Wherefore hast Thou turned Thy face from me, O Light never-waning? And why hath a strange darkness covered me, wretch that I am? But turn me, and guide my steps to the light of Thy commandments, I pray.
O pure one, look upon the people of thy flock who wake at dawn out of the night, and who surround thy divinely praised icon, entreating remission of their sins, correction of life and a share in divine glory. Yea, thrust us not away from thy face, O Mother of the never-waning Light.
All in thy flock, joining chorus together with their whole soul and mind, honor thine icon with psalms, spiritual songs and divine hymnody, asking forgiveness and salvation of soul. And as thou art our healing, O Mistress, Bride of God, grant them unto us.
Thy temple, O Virgin, hath been shown to be another paradise, having the icon of thy beauty in its midst like the tree of life; and all, venerating it fervently with reverence and love, cry out: O Mistress, grant us peace! Pay thou our ransom, for we know none other consolation than thee!
Having acquired thee as a river of sweetness ever gushing forth a torrent of plenitude, the manna of heaven, and abundance and grace, O Maiden, those who dwell in thy monastery hymn thy birthgiving.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.