Thirsting for God, our Father Silvana grew jealous, you left your father’s land, / and from the desert-loving Mount Athos / you stretched out your hand to the Lord most earnestly thou art, / where thou hast adorned the heliport of the Lady of the world with thy labors equal to the angels, / and, like an incense, thou hast fragrant the Church of the Universes, / thou hast fragrant the vine of the grapes, with the Spirit Graced by the Saints.
Glory: and now:
It is impossible to quantify Your greatness, Mother of God, / below express the incomprehensible power of Your miracles performed beyond the mind, / the love of those who honor and worship You with faith, / as if she truly gave birth to God.