To whom shall I cry, Lady? To whom shall I turn in my grief, if not to You, Lady Theotokos, Queen of Heaven? Who will accept my cry and sighing if not You, O Most Immaculate One, the Hope of Christians and the Refuge for us sinners? Bow down, O Most Pure Lady, to Your prayer. Mother of my God, do not despise me who requires Your help, hear my groaning, and the cry of my heart, O Lady Queen Theotokos! And give me spiritual joy, and strengthen me, who is impatient, sad and careless towards Your praise. Understand and teach me how You should pray, and do not depart from me, the Mother of my God, for my grumbling and impatience: but be my protection and intercession in my life, and lead me to the quiet haven of Divine peace, and number me in the face of Your chosen one flock, and there deign me to sing and glorify Thee forever and ever.