Like the lamps of all light, / appeared within the boundaries of the city of Vologda, / our reverend fathers, wonderworkers of Vologda: / you, the cross of Christ from your youth, was on your shoulders in the earth, / diligently followed that nature,/ having come close to the purity of God,/ from the Unbecoming and the gift of miracles, we were enriched;/ the same we, flowing to you with faith, touchingly with the verb:/ fathers Reverends, pray to Christ God // to save our souls.