Imitating God-bearing Anthony with humility, / resembling Job’s patience, / not healing from illness, but more than the extension of that / you wished for yourself, patiently-hearted Pimen, / but not somehow, you were in good health / and from this place I was torn away by my parents, / deprived of the cohabitation of the monks and their rank, / even more so, you were tonsured by the angel yourself, / with him, pray to Christ God // for the salvation of your souls ours.
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