You are like a merchant looking for good beads, / glorious Vladimir, / at the height of the table sits the mother of the city, God-saved Kiev: / testing and sending to To the royal city/ you brought the Orthodox faith,/ you found priceless pearls - Christ,/ who chose you like the second Paul,/ and shook off blindness into the holy font,/ both spiritual and physical./ Moreover, we celebrate your dormition,/ your people // pray that your Russian ruler and many who rule will be saved.