The prophets of many things, like dumb fish, we see about You, Mother of God, they are perplexed to say: how the Virgin abides, and how you were able to give birth. We, marveling at the mystery, truly cry out: Rejoice, friend of the wisdom of God; Rejoice, His providences are His treasure. Rejoice, you who reveal the wise to the unwise; Rejoice, thou who accusest the cunning of the wordless. Rejoice, for you have conquered the lute seeker; Rejoice, for the creators of fables have faded away. Rejoice, tearer of the Athenian weaving; Rejoice, fulfiller of fishermen's waters. Rejoice, you who draw forth from the depths of ignorance; Rejoice, you who enlighten many in their understanding. Rejoice, ship of those who want to be saved; Rejoice, haven of worldly voyages. Rejoice, Unbrided Bride.