The insolence of those who hate the image of the Lord / and the power of the wicked came godlessly to Nicaea, / and sent an inhumane widow, / piously venerating the icon of the Mother of God, to torture, / but that night with her son they let the icon into the sea, crying: / glory to You, Pure One, / like the impenetrable sea, you gave up your cloaks, / glory to justice Yours, the only Imperishable.