Гимн 10. Исповедание, соединенное с молитвой, и о сочетании Духа Святого с бесстрастием 163 .

“Behold, O Lover of Mankind, I have gone away and settled in the desert” (Psalm 54:8); I hid from You, most sweet Lord, shrouded in the night of everyday worries. I suffered many wounds and wounds from them, I bear many blows in my soul, having returned [from the world], and in grief and anguish of heart I cry out: Have mercy, have mercy on me, a criminal, O soul-loving and generous-loving Physician! You, who heal the sick and wounded, heal (and my) scabs and wounds. Draining the oil of Your grace, anoint my sores and blot out my wounds. Pull and fasten my relaxed limbs. Destroy all my scars and make me completely healthy, Savior, as before, when there was no filth on me, no scab, no tumor, no spot; but (in me) there was calm and joy, peace and meekness, holy humility and long-suffering, light (ὁ φωτισμός) of good deeds 164, patience and completely invincible strength [within]; and hence the great consolation in everyday tears, hence the joy in my heart, like a source, constantly flowed and streamed, being (for me) a honey-flowing stream and a drink of joy, constantly present in my intelligent lips. Hence all health and purity, hence deliverance from passions and vain thoughts, hence [finally] the lightning-like dispassion, which, always accompanying me, fell in love (συνεγίνετο) with me (understand this spiritually, reader, so that you do not be shamefully desecrated), giving me unspeakable pleasure from (its) presence and immeasurable desire for [spiritual] marriage - union with God. When I partook of it, I became dispassionate, inflamed with pleasure, inflamed with desire for it, and having partaken of the light, I truly became light, becoming above all passion and being free from all vice. For passion does not approach the light of dispassion, just as a shadow does not approach the sun, or darkness approaches the light. But having become and being such, I became proud, Master, because I relied on myself, and, carried away by the care of sensory things and everyday worries, I fell, unhappy, and, having cooled, became black as iron; (on top of that) 165 Lying for a long time, I accepted the rust. Therefore, I appeal to You, O Lover of Mankind, asking that I may be cleansed again and raised to my former kindness (κάλλος), and enjoy Your light now and always throughout all ages. Amen. In l. This is chapter 33. P. K. did not preserve this hymn, but in the complete table of contents of the hymns (which was preserved in the aforementioned codex), they are listed under number “46.” You might be interested in: