Imitating the twelve-year-old Christ,/ who taught the word of God in the sanctuary,/ you followed, O Euphrosyne./ You left the temporal glory and the earthly betrothed/ and all worldly things having despised/ the most beautiful Christ above all, you have disgraced yourself,/ having taken up the cross, walking the path of the angelic life/ and instructing many to Him,/ in the fragrance of the world, to the Heavenly The palace you raised up, / where you prayed, whom you loved, / for those who honor your memory with piety.
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