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