¶1
Irmos: Enlighten us with Thy commandments, O Lord, and with Thine upraised arm grant us Thy peace, O Thou Who lovest mankind.
¶2
The cloud of pain and torments did not cover the radiance of thine endurance; for thou didst shine forth more brightly than the sun, O passion-bearer.
¶3
Theotokion: Having cleansed my defiled soul of passionate thoughts by thy supplications, O Bride of God, set me before God, purified.
¶4
O all-glorious Thalalæus, having grown noetically in the Lebanon of the Faith, thou didst breathe forth all the sweet fragrance of martyrdom.
¶5
Arrayed in the armor of suffering, O wise Thalalæus, thou didst ascend to the divine heights of grace, mounting aloft on the air.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.