We are inflamed with divine love from youth, Reverend Paul, having hated everything that is red in the world, you loved the One Christ, and for this reason you moved into the inner desert, with the life of a beast, all to Christ: from there and the all-seeing eye, having seen your labors, enriched you with the gift of miracles and upon repose. We also cry out to you: pray unceasingly for all of us, who always honor your honorable memory in songs.