We look at the dawn of the Spirit, / you have been vouchsafed to the divinely wise to understand, / you have enlightened the hearts of men, darkened by ignorance, with the light of piety, / you have become the brightest lamp of Orthodoxy, O Reverend Maxim, / from jealousy for the sake of the All-Seeing / of the Fatherland, you are alien and strange, you were a prisoner of the Russian country, / the suffering of prisons and imprisonment from having endured the autocratic,/ you are crowned by the right hand of the Most High and you work glorious miracles./ And be an immutable intercessor for us, // who honor your holy memory with love.