Гимн 8. О смирении и совершенстве 148 .

Let me, Christ, kiss Your feet, Let me kiss Your hands, The hands that brought me through the word, Hands that created everything without effort. Let me be insatiably satisfied with them. Let me see Your face, O Word, And enjoy the indescribable beauty, And contemplate (You) and rejoice in Your vision, Visions of the ineffable and invisible, Visions of terrible things. However, let me tell you If not its essence, then at least its actions. For above nature and all essence All of You, My God and Creator Himself. We see a reflection of Your Divine glory, And the Light then hides, then unites All, it seems to me, with all of us - Your servants, Light spiritually contemplated in the distance, The light within us suddenly found, The light is like flowing water, like kindling fire - That heart that he will, of course, touch. By Him, my Savior, as I knew, I am embraced My poor and humble soul, For fire, having received flammable substance, How not to ignite, how not to destroy (it), How not to cause inevitable suffering When ignited? [about him] let me tell you, Savior! An indescribable vision of extraordinary beauty He represents and amuses me and the flame of love The unbearable ignites. How will I demolish (him) 149? Or how I will tell about this great miracle, Which is in me as a prodigal? For I cannot bear the silence, my God, And cover those deeds with the abyss of oblivion, Which You created and are creating daily With those who are always eagerly looking for You And in repentance he resorts to You. So that I, like the one who hid talent The wicked servant was not righteously condemned. But when I open it, I tell everyone about it, And about You and Your goodness Through writing I convey and narrate, Oh my God, to subsequent generations. So that, knowing Your great mercy, Which one you showed and are showing on me alone, Formerly prodigal and unclean, Who has sinned much more than anyone else, No one doubted, but on the contrary, I would love (You), Without fear, but rejoicing, I would begin, Without fear, but with greater boldness, Seeing the sea of Your love for mankind. Let him flow, fall and cry, And will receive permission for sins, If this most vicious and all-evil And the Creator had mercy on the completely lost one, Who has sinned more than all people, Wouldn't He be more merciful to me too? The one who has sinned is in some way forgivable And not all the commandments of the one who transgressed? So that they may know the multitude of my evils, Here, to the Word, I don’t want to tell everything, of course. Countless [my sins], for they exceed (in number) the stars, Surpasses the raindrops, the sand of the sea And many turbulent waves, But that is precisely what the book of conscience contains, And what do memory stores contain? You alone weigh otherwise. I was a killer 150, listen everyone, So that you mourn me pitifully; and how - (This) I will omit, avoiding length of speech. I was, alas for me, an adulterer at heart, And a Sodomite in thought 151, and an oathbreaker Arbitrary, a user of gods and a covetous person, A thief, a liar, a shameless and a kidnapper, woe is me, An annoyancer, a brother-hater and a great envier, A lover of money and an insolent person and all sorts of things A doer of another vice. Believe me, I say this is true, Not feignedly and not with deceit. So who, having heard this, will not be amazed And I will not marvel at Your long-suffering, More humane, and out of amazement he will not say: How the earth, having run away, did not part, unable to endure On the ridge (of) this unfortunate one, And didn’t she take him to hell alive? How a hurricane didn't hit from above And didn’t exterminate this criminal? How did the sky not fall at the same time? And the sun and stars did not go out O Thy long-suffering, O Savior! - let him say again - O goodness and mercy! For truly, beyond all forgiveness Such are the deeds of this most unfortunate Hearing about which, everyone will exclaim: Did [Divine] truth really allow him to live? And how, being righteous, she allowed at least one His existence on the land of the living? If anyone suspects that perhaps I wrote a lie, Then forgive him, as you are merciful, For, not knowing Your long-suffering, O Savior, And the depths of Your love for mankind, And having heard about the obscenity of my deeds, He rightly made this judgment, Saying: if the [Divine] truth goes unpunished If she left him, then there is no trial. But you, my God, because [afterwards] you will judge, That is why you are very long-suffering now. Because, of course, you want to save everyone, Which is from works, according to Your righteous condescension. For it is the nature of the righteous not to smite those who fall, But rather the opposite, of course, is to extend a [helping] hand to them, What should you do, my good Lord, You never stopped and you never will. The life of all people is a battle. We are all people - Your servants, Creator; However, small and great - [all] we have The enemies of the irreconcilable (represented by) princes of darkness. Therefore, if You Yourself do not quickly give (us) a hand [of help], But if you allow them to strengthen themselves against us, Then where will Your truth and love for mankind be? For (although) we have become his (devil's) slaves Of my own free will and pleasure, But You Yourself, my God, came and redeemed us As a gift, which however 152 the enemy does not tolerate seeing us, Unable to bear the envy that he harbors. But like a lion he roars at us, And walking and gnashing his teeth, Persistently looking for someone to devour. Therefore, if You, my Christ, those who are this indomitable beast And the wounds remain lying, You won’t have mercy, or better yet, you won’t have mercy But you will strike and completely crush, Completely killing them; This, in my opinion, is righteous, Because they are not captivated involuntarily. But they voluntarily surrender. However, insidious and cunning, This indomitable and resourceful beast, Like a friend, pretending to be friendly, Looking for everything to grab and catch me. Showing me visible life, He deprives me of spiritual life. Surrounding me with feeling in the present, He 153 takes away (from me) the wealth of the future. With external (after all) contemplation one thing appears, Hidden (in him), to the Savior, is something else. If people, having realized this, They cunningly and hypocritically pretend [that they don’t know], What will the inventor of evil not do (with them)? How will he not seduce them, and especially the young? Lest he deceive those who are not evil, Completely inexperienced and cunning, The one who wills is Satan and the evil one, And a skillful inventor of every craft? However, he absolutely seduces and offends everyone, And no one escaped from his hands, Or arrows without tasting the prisoner in them Poison, and did not leave (from him) unscathed. We have all sinned and are deprived, Christ, Your ineffable and divine glory, And we beg You to save (us) And justify with grace and mercy, which You have now poured out upon me in abundance, What I am not too lazy to talk and write about. For how can I, oh my God, cover with silence And is it happening in me, the unfortunate one? For truly it is indescribable, Incomprehensible and beyond the mind and the word. And how will I express or how will I explain this? But, unable to bear the silence, I will now begin my speech. You are one God, beginningless, uncreated, In the Son and Spirit is the Holy Trinity. You are incomprehensible, unapproachable, Creator of the visible and intelligible Creatures, and Lord, and Master, One is the Creator of the sky and the owner, One who bears everything by Your command And by will alone he contains everything. You are surrounded by darkness of Angels And thousands of thousands of Archangels, Thrones, countless dominions, Many forces, principles and authorities And many other servants and friends. You have glorified glory, So he won’t dare look at her without fear None of them, oh my God, Unable to bear the phenomena And the light shining on Your face. For how can a creature be able to create a Creator? To see completely or to comprehend completely? No way, I think this is impossible. But since the Creator wills, (To the extent) He appears and is seen by whomever He wishes, And He is known, and the creature knows Him, And He sees Him, and she sees Him, How much it is given to her by the Creator to see. For if creatures were brought into being by You, my God, Then from You they have both existence and possibility To see and serve You blamelessly. So, You are above all beginnings, Which surround You - my God. We are below in the deepest ditch, (Which I call the invisible world, A ditch of depravity and darkness, In a hole and ditch terribly deep, Over which the sun did not rise to shine. For beyond this visible world And the world of the future is (only) the night of sin; And those plunging into it are foolish It contains both now and after death also Will keep you prisoners forever and ever. Of these, I am the first, O my Christ. Embraced by it and brought down into it, While I was there, I cried out: have mercy on me You, who shared my evils 154. For I knew where through them I was brought down. That's why I cried, streams of tears From my eyes pouring out diligently, And he repented with all his heart, And he cried out with unspeakable sighs. And You heard me from an unspeakable height, Lying in the depths of hell Darkness boundless and boundless, And leaving the forces surrounding You, Having passed through all visible [space], Descended to where I was lying. Having illuminated me immediately, You drove away the darkness, And having erected by Your divine inspiration, Placed me at the feet of Your commandments. Having enchanted me with Your beauty and love, You hurt me and changed everything completely. When I saw Your face I was afraid, Although he seemed gracious and approachable to me. She amazed and amazed me Thy beauty, O Trinity, my God! For one image (χαραχτήρ) of three in each, And three faces make one - my God, Who is called the Spirit and God of all. So, when You appeared to me, the most unfortunate, How could I not tremble and go down Even lower than where I was In order to hide from You, who is intolerable to everyone? But I did it out of timidity. You, my God, on the contrary, hugged me, On the contrary, he kissed and embraced - Into the bosom of Your glory, my God, Leading me in and covering me with Your light, And making you forget (everything) visible And the troubles that recently befell me. O depth of mystery and height of glory! O ascension, deification and wealth! O ineffable lordship of the narrated! Who can comprehend (this) from words? Or understand the greatness of that glory? For if anyone has not seen what eye has not seen, And I did not hear what the ear did not hear, And what never entered the human heart, How can he believe someone who writes about this? And even if he believed it, then through (one) word Can he see 155 what the eye has not seen? How, through hearing, will it contain what What the human ear has never heard, So that he understands those things well The beauty of which is indescribable to those who see, And the view remains formless, And what is incomprehensible to everyone, Who sees it? How, I repeat to you, Anyone, imagining this in thought, Wouldn't stray far from the truth 156, Seduced by imagination and fantasies And false images of fabrications For like hell and the torment there Everyone imagines as he wishes, But no one really knows what they are; So, understand me, and these are blessings, Heavenly, incomprehensible to everyone And invisible, only by that alone are they known And visible to whom God will reveal, According to the dignity of each: According to faith, hope and love, And keeping the commandments of the Lord, Or in other words - according to spiritual poverty. This measure is perfect, neither small nor great, Which God hates, and there is no untruth in this, Because they are completely wrong. For a little righteousness is lacking Through negligence or negligence, And thoroughly and rightly she is only worthless. The same measure, which is not small, but great, Leads to madness of the one who has it, Harming everyone else who gravitates towards her. The right measure is the measure of humility, So that, without completely despairing of yourself, The worst in obscene acts; And therefore always cry and sob For this is a sign of that sadness, Which, according to Bose, comes from the heart. If anyone cleaves to anything visible, He has not yet known himself by feeling, And I didn’t accept fear in my heart Judgment of God and eternal fire, And he did not acquire perfect humility. That's why he loses his vision Which no human eye has seen. Let us all strive to acquire humility - The unspeakable beauty (τὴν ἀνώνυμον χάριν) of our souls, For which there is no name, and (only) from experience It is known to those who acquired it. Christ is meek and lowly in heart; And he who has Him as his dweller knows That through Him he received humility, It’s better that humility is He Himself. The soul that seeks human glory, Such humility is completely unknown. Even one who has at least some conceit, How can one maintain this humility within oneself? Vain and proud, Who has not acquired a single virtue And the one who spends everything in insensibility Days of my real life. Who will not mourn for me and greatly lament? Since, having fled the world and those in the world, I did not withdraw from the world by feeling; Having put on the monastic schema, I, as a layman, love (everything) worldly: Wealth and fame, pleasure and joy; I wear the cross of Christ on my shoulders, To bear the reproach of the cross I don’t want it at all and I deny it, But I get involved with the glorious ones, Wanting to be glorified with them. O misadventure! oh insensibility! I deserve double condemnation... For having sinned a lot in my previous life, I promised to repent as I should, But even now he has appeared as a criminal, ungrateful For all the blessings that I received from God, And turned out to be a vow breaker And unworthy of all humanity. But, oh my God, the only all-merciful one! Soon try and turn me again To repentance, tears and crying, So that I may wash myself and, having been cleansed, see Your glory shining clearly in me, which grant me now and forever, Unceasingly speaking to You, In l. There is no such hymn at all, but in P. r. it is the 24th word, which is written more extensively. Its title is in Russian. translation reads as follows: “Which, confessing in writing in the present word, (the Holy Father) reveals the depth of his humility and, continuing, teaches it, imitating the Divine Paul, who in this achieved a (perfect) measure of humility and was worthy of such revelations in theology, who calls himself a sinner and unworthy to be called an Apostle.” Allatsius also indicates the same title in his list of Simeon’s hymns under No. 24. See MR. gr. t. CXX, col. 302AB. Both this hymn and some others, mainly those that are not in l. etc., translated by us line by line or His soul, of course, as he says in word (i.e., hymn) 39, for the Father understands this mentally (νοητώς) because of extreme humility. This is a note. taken into Greek. ed. μέρος II, σελίς 14. Instead of γνώμῃ in P. k. there is ἒργω - deed. In addition, in P. r. after this another verse is inserted: γέγονα πόρνος μέγας καὶ παιδοφθόρος - I was a great fornicator and child-molester. In P. r. it stands here not ὅμως, but ὄλως; then these words must be translated: the enemy absolutely cannot tolerate seeing us as we are. ἐν ἐπιγνὠσει γεγονὼς τῶν κακῶν μου, i.e. (transferring freely) became a man, took on human flesh and its infirmities. In P. r. The following are inserted here. words: or to comprehend the greatness of glory? For who has not seen what the eye, etc. In these words, Rev. Simeon can be read as a warning to anyone who would try to evaluate the spiritual experience of St. The Father, his visions and revelations, according to the standard of ordinary rational concepts. You might be interested in: