Undefiled, unblasphemous, incorruptible, the Most Pure Mother of God, the Immaculate Lady, the Heavenly Queen, the Mother of the King of the highest powers, the Creator of heaven and earth, the one joy of the Intercessor to the whole world, who gave birth to our Lord Jesus Christ, the Savior of all on earth! Falling down crying out to You: accept this prayer song of thanksgiving from Your unworthy servant and from my vile lips: do not despise me, O Most-Posted Queen. For no one who comes to You is quickly put to shame: or whoever calls on You is not heard from You? For all the elements, heaven and earth, air and sea, obey You, and all the opposing souls tremble with fear, fearing Your holy name, leading You, Mother of God. Who again placed hope in You when you died? Those who refuse to worship Your written image, which all the powers of heaven honor: all the tribes of the earth, the Christian race and every age of the faithful, we worship with glorification, Most Pure One, with reverent reverence.
For we are not the imams of any other God than Your Son, with the Father ever and the Holy Spirit, in the One Divinity, glorified and worshiped from all creation, and to You, according to the Lord God, Lady Theotokos, we confess, Our True God, Mother, and kindly honor all of us, Lady. Be merciful for us to create Thy Son, and moreover, show me Thy usual mercy, if you can, as much as you want: pray for me, as I have departed from Him for my countless and nasty iniquities, and have angered His mercy, and have grieved His humane kindness and much mercy and mercy, as I am not worthy of Him. He would have had mercy, if you had not propitiated Him for me, the Lady Queen and Mother of God, for all things are possible for You from Him. For this reason I resort to You, warmly Helper and quick Intercessor: for I am not an Imam other than You as an Intercessor to Him. To her, the Queen, my Lady, the Most Pure Lady Theotokos, I have no other highest thing on earth and in heaven, like You according to my Lord God Jesus Christ: and in You all my hope is imam, Most Pure Virgin.
At the same time, looking at Your most holy image, as if I behold the true You, the Mother of God: falling with heartfelt faith and love from the soul, I bow to You with the Eternal Child held in Your hand, our Lord Jesus Christ, magnificantly honoring You, and offering prayer songs and prayers to You, I am horrified and tremble for my unworthiness, and I cry to You: have mercy on me, Mother of God, and show me Your ancient mercy to the poor. As sometimes in ancient times, by Your omnipotent leadership, You saved Your reigning city from the Scythian governor, the bestial, the crafty boar, the representative of the demon, the proud Khagan: and with the raging sea, the darkness of the army was drowned by You, crying out and attacking Your city: and again, rain from heaven You have boiled the burning Kamyks, you have boiled the darkness of ships in the howling sea: and now there is only one Mother of God, one and only You who exist, show me Your philanthropic intercession.
Defeat the invisible armies of Satan, who have captivated my spiritual city, and wounded my reigning soul in it with the arrow of iniquity, and cut me off with the sword of fornication, and with the sinful [alas!] copy of the perforated one: for I was left barely alive, and shut up in the ditch of sin. I have imposed insensibility and petrification of my heart, as if I was barely felt, unable to free myself from the enslavement of those. But to You, the Mother of my Lord, I cry with sobs of tears: come to my aid soon, so that I do not completely perish: snatch me from the hands of those, and take me out of the sinful ditch: build up my soulful city again, and rule the Lord of mind in it, and strengthen the senses over all, unapproachable and fearful of the enemy, show: let everyone know, as I am supported by You. Saving, O Lady Virgin, you have saved my soul, just as you sometimes saved your city, trusting in you, for glory and intercession of the faithful, for the shame of the wicked, and forever for their endless torment, for greatness and praise from generation to generation of the faithful Christian race.
Moreover, I preach Your help loudly, and remembering Your great intercession of the terrible voivodeship, I will inscribe to you the chosen victorious voivode your servant, the Mother of God, and offer a prayerful akathist thanksgiving: accept it, and bring it to your Son and God, and about me to the Queen, with the howls of heaven and from the faces of all the saints, offer it to him. On the day of judgment, do not forget me, and my unworthy prayer, and my faith, which is towards You: and remember all my hope placed in You. Comfort the offended me, and alleviate bodily embitterment, but first of all, consume mental illness and bodily passions with Your invisible intercession and intercession: so that I may pass the path of this short-lived life kindly and without stumbling, and I will receive its eternal goodness, and I will glorify Your firm intercession: for you are blessed, with the Son and God born of You, now and to endless ages.