Like a bright star, arose in the city of Izborsk / Your honest image, O Virgin Mary, / from it sometimes flows tears from both eyes, like a stream, / people who saw it then election, / husbands and wives from the children, with tears I pray to him, / we, looking tenderly, say this verb: / O Most Holy Lady Theotokos, / do not forget us, your sinful servants, / / praying to Christ our God to save us.
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