Having departed, running away from the Davidic world, and having counted everything in it as skill, and having settled in a silent place, you were filled with spiritual joy, Our Father Nile: and having deigned to serve the One God, you flourished like a phoenix, and like a fruitful vine you multiplied the children of the desert. We also cry out with gratitude: glory to Him who strengthened you in the ascetic struggle of living in the wilderness: glory to Him who chose you in Russia as a hermit and a guide: glory through your prayers and to Him who Saviors us.