Stichera.
Today the memory of the pious Prince Vladimir has arisen, for having loved Christ’s poured-out ointment, having overcome idols, the Church of Him who was crucified for our sake was erected on earth, and in heaven a kingdom and a crown were received.
Troparion.
You became like a merchant looking for good beads, glorious Vladimir, at the height of the table of the gray-haired mother of the cities, God-saved Kyiv, testing and sending to the Royal City to lead away the Orthodox faith: and you found priceless beads, Christ, who chose you, like the second Paul, and shook blindness in the holy font, both spiritual and physical. In the same way, we celebrate your dormition, your people: pray to the ruler, the Christ-loving emperor and the multitude of those who rule, to save your Russian power.