From your youth, O blessed God, having loved Christ,/ you left your fatherland/ and, evading all worldly rebellions,/ you reached the quiet refuge of the most holy monastery of the Mother of God;/ having taken you from nowhere the impassable desert,/ shown by the cross-shaped dawn,/ you found it desirable,/ and, having settled in it,/ you gathered the monastics,/ and these with your teachings, like an ascending ladder to Heaven,/ you laboriously strove to lead you to God,/ to whom you prayed, the God-Wise Martyria, // to grant our souls great mercy.
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