A luminary of unsetting light/ you appeared to our country, blessed of God,/ having valiantly endured the bitterness of the enemy,/ beatings and wounds, like a garment of incorruptibility imputed to you,/ with the beasts for having fought,/ and having received perforations from evil men,/ you prayed for them:/ do not put this sin on them, verb;/ besides, you became like the Lord Christ,/ worthy of praise is Nicandre, Our Father, // pray for our souls.
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