К народу Церкви Анастасии
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They mourn the ways of Zion, they yearn for the holidays
See the people diligently honoring the commandment.
And I mourn: because I no longer see
The people flowing to listen to the words of my mouth:
And foreigners and Constantinople,
All enlightened by the wonderful light of the Trinity.
Like a lion, roaring around the area,
I groan now: the children of my loved ones, perhaps
Others catch you with insinuating speech.
But if I regain my former strength
In You, O Trinity, then again, roaring,
I'll make the predatory ones scatter to the sides.
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