¶1
Irmos: I have heard, O Lord, the mystery of Thy dispensation; I have understood Thy works, and have glorified Thy divinity.
¶2
The sweat of thy labors, dripping down from off thy flesh, was transformed into the sweet fragrance of myrrh, O most sacred Andronicus.
¶3
Theotokion: Without leaving the Father’s bosom, the Lord dwelt within thine all-pure womb, O Maiden, and hath restored the whole world.
¶4
Like a palm-tree of lofty stature, O father, thou didst flourish in the deserts, and didst bear as fruit for God the most sweet pangs of thy labors.
¶5
With showers of tears thou didst bedew the land of the desert and didst show thy soul to be fertile with the pangs of asceticism.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.