We have been inflamed with divine love from our youth, O Reverend Paul, / having hated everything that is red in the world, / you have loved Christ alone / and for this reason you have moved into the inner desert Thou art,/ all of Christ may live with the beasts./ Otonus and the All-Seeing Eye, having seen thy labors,/ have enriched thee with the gift of miracles, and upon repose./ Moreover, we cry unto thee:/ pray unceasingly for all of us,// Your honest memory is ever present in the songs of those who honor it.
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