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.
As the sacred mediator between the Old and the New Covenants, O blessed forerunner, by thy mediations and this new revelation of thy head renew us who are grown old and who celebrate its restoration.
Theotokion: Having given birth to the Master, thou wast shown to surpass the heavenly hosts, O most immaculate Maiden, and thou hast deified the nature of mortals. Wherefore, with soul and tongue, O Virgin, we glorify thee as the true Theotokos.
Bringing the grace of healings from Comana to the Imperial City, O forerunner, thy head calleth all cities to its arrival today, and multitudes of the faithful gather, filled with light incorruptible.
The emperor rejoiceth at the entry of thy head more than in his robe of royal purple, O forerunner, and the godly priest, the namesake of the God-bearer, blesseth all, holding it in his hands, sending forth a benediction upon the fullness of the faithful.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.