Having left your earthly rank and honors, you suffered, / before the tormentor, the flattering king, / you confessed the existence of Christ God, / and for the sake of much suffering you bore, more glorious./ With that beautiful crown of victory you bore/ from the King of all who reigns,/ with the Heavenly howls you are brightly adorned./ Stand before Him, Savvo,// pray that He will save souls ours.
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