Irmos: O Theotokos, we, the faithful, perceive thee to be a noetic furnace; for, as the supremely Exalted One saved the three youths, in thy womb the praised and most glorious God of our fathers wholly renewed the world.
In divine wisdom ye were shown to belong wholly to God, in that ye both contain God; for for God’s sake ye abandoned the world, following divinely in the steps of the Savior, O most glorious ones, honoring the God of our fathers.
Theotokion: When the Orient appeared on earth from on high, O all-pure one, thou wast shown to be the most magnificent and all-radiant gate, illumining the world with beams of purity and ever sending forth rays of miracles upon the faithful.
How shall we praise you, O most lauded ones who surpass our understanding and ability to recount, and who amaze us exceedingly with miracles, for which we cry aloud: O Lord God of our fathers, blessed art Thou!
Irmos: The divinely wise youths worshipped not a creation rather than the Creator, but, manfully trampling the threat of the fire underfoot, they rejoice, chanting: Blessed art Thou, the all-hymned God of our fathers!
O most excellent physicians, with mystical handiwork ye supernaturally heal all the wounds of infirmities, drawing forth saving cures from the divine treasuries and hymning our all-glorious God.
O divinely wise ones, ye in no way loved vanity or the pleasures of life, but considered all of them to be as dung, for ye possessed Christ, to Whom ye cried aloud: O Lord God, blessed art Thou!
With the crown and radiant purple robe of Thy kingdom, O Christ Master, Thou hast divinely adorned those who loved exceedingly the unapproachable beauty of Thy comeliness, and hast shown them to be universal benefactors of the faithful.
How can we fail to hymn the seal and boast of the glorious choir of the unmercenaries, the honored and right wise Thalalæus and Tryphon, who work an unceasing multitude of miracles?
The drops of thy blood were shown to be healing for the faithful, O Thalalæus, washing infirmities away and quenching cruel fevers through the grace of Christ, the Bestower of crowns.
While herding geese in the fields, thou didst receive from God the grace of healings, to cure the weaknesses and infirmities of men, O greatmartyr Tryphon, thou physician who required no fee.
Thy wounds put forth the sweet fragrance of myrrh, O martyr Tryphon, thy blood poureth forth healings, and the remains of thy body sanctify the souls of those who touch them.
Glory…: Deliver Thy servants from bodily illness and spiritual weakness, O Thou Who art God in three Hypostases, and preserve us unharmed by all of the temptations of this life.
Now & ever…: With the honorable unmercenaries thou everywhere pourest forth streams of healing upon the sick, O Virgin; for the Lord of mercy, Who became incarnate of thee, hath shown thee to be a wellspring of loving-kindness.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.