Irmos: I pour forth my prayer unto the Lord, and to Him do I declare my grief; for my soul is full of evil and my life hath drawn nigh unto hell, and like Jonah I pray: Lead me up from corruption, O God!
Kontakion, in Tone VIII: Spec. Mel.: “To thee, the champion leader…”—
Preaching Him Who had been lifted up upon the Tree, thou wast bound to a dry tree; yet by the raining of thy supplications thou didst show it forth as well watered, fully adorned with leaves, for the confirmation of the pious and to the glory of thy pangs, O Basiliscus.
Theotokion: Heal thou my broken and wretched soul of its habitual passions, O Virgin, for thou didst ineffably give birth to the Physician of souls and bodies, and save me who set my hope on thee, O most immaculate one.
The iniquitous unjustly bound thee who had been freed from the carnal passions, and with nails of iron they pierced thee and forced thee to make a long march, thereby sanctifying all the ground with thy blood, O much suffering martyr.
Standing with thy hands bound, thou didst lift up the eyes of thy heart to God, and didst entreat Him to cause a spring of living water to pour forth for thy most glorious memory and the healing of men’s souls, O blessed one.
Thou wast shown to be mighty and manly in suffering and all-wondrous in miracles, and, manifestly bearing forth the name of Christ, thou didst put the tyrant to shame. Wherefore, we honor thee, O most honored Basiliscus, ever crying: Rejoice, O splendid adornment of martyrs!
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.