Irmos: This is our God, Who became incarnate of the Virgin and hath deified our nature! And, hymning Him, we cry aloud: Glory to Thy power, O Lord!
Like an eagle on high, in spirit thou didst soar aloft even unto the heavens, O most lauded Tamara, fearlessly gazing toward Christ, the Sun of righteousness, and crying out: Glory to Thy power, O Lord!
Theotokion: O most hymned Theotokos, in behalf of the Christian race entreat the compassionate God, the Master of all creation, Who for our sake lowered Himself even to lie in the manger.
Standing on divine watch, and having Him in their heart, the most blessed martyrs of Christ cried out to Him: “This day hath salvation come unto us, O almighty Savior, if we die for Thy sake!”
Irmos: Let the divinely eloquent Habbakuk stand with us on divine watch and show us the radiant angel, who clearly saith: “Today hath the salvation of the world been wrought, for Christ hath risen, in that He is almighty!”
O right-believing queen, tell us how, a weak woman, thou didst acquire such glory, and how, having acquired glory, thou didst not exalt thyself in mind, but, giving thanks for all things, didst chant unto Christ: Glory to Thy power, O Lord!
Theotokion: Beholding Christ, to Whom thou gavest birth, shining forth today all-beauteously from the dead for the salvation of all, O pure one who art good, immaculate and beautiful among women, glorify Him, rejoicing with the apostles.
“O Thou yearling Lamb Who camest forth from the Virgin, grant now a crown unto us who hasten unto death today for Thy sake,” the new martyrs cried out to Christ, the comely Sun Who shone forth from the tomb.
O Christ, Thou hast revealed Tamara to us as a fervent advocate, the might and fortification of kings, the protection and help of the people of Iberia; wherefore, we cry out to Thee: Glory to Thy power, O Lord!
David, the ancestor of God, leapt, dancing, before the ark of the tabernacle; and, rejoicing, we come to Thee as blood sacrifices, beholding Thee, the comely Christ risen from the tomb,” the martyrs cry aloud.
Through Christ the shrines of the new martyrs pour forth torrents of immortality and an abyss of miracles upon the sick. We touch their bones with faith and behold a wonder: their truly heavenly fragrance.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.