Irmos: Every ear trembleth to hear of the ineffable condescension of God, for the Most High willingly came down even to the flesh, becoming man through the Virgin’s womb. Wherefore we, the faithful, magnify the all-pure Theotokos.
With the flowers of the virtues thou didst adorn the noetic and woven wreath of suffering as with precious stones, O passion-bearer Thalalæus, and didst ornament it with thy beautiful wounds. And arrayed therewith, thou hast entered into the heavenly bridal-chamber.
Theotokion: O pure Mistress, to the all-radiant and divine desire of thy Son and God do thou raise up the understanding of my soul, which tendeth to fall, that ever enkindled and captivated by His love, I may draw nigh unto Him through virtue.
Thou wast wounded with the noetic arrow of patience, yet in wounding thy body the enemy, the author of evil, grew weak and fell to the ground. But thou, strengthened in spirit, O Thalalæus, wast taken up to the heights of heaven, hymning the Lord Who strengthened thee.
The drops of thy blood have been shown to be healing for the faithful, O Thalalæus, washing away infirmities, pouring forth miracles of healing, extinguishing the burning of evils by the grace of Christ, the Bestower of crowns, and bedewing those who glorify thee in hymns.
The rewards thou hast received for thy sufferings have become known to all mortals, O Thalalæus; for they pour forth gifts which far surpass our hopes, and therewith do thou visit us who piously and faithfully honor thy struggles, petitioning with all our heart.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.