Конда́къ, гла́съ в҃:
O Soul of Life, always living and life-giving,
Suddenly we are separated by death's cruel parting.
Our hearts are filled with compunction and tenderness of heart;
For Thou art the Stranger in this foreign land,
And our Creator, who dost fashion all things.
Thou art the Spectacle for which we were made,
The Power that governs every creature,
The Glory that fills the heavens and earth.
But we have fallen into delusion and spiritual deception,
Turning away from Thee to serve vanity and loss.
Therefore, O Lord, our Helper and Comforter,
Have mercy on us and grant us Thy righteousness and glory,
That we may see Thee in Thy Kingdom with pure hearts today.
Воскрⷭ҇лъ є҆сѝ ѿ гро́ба всеси́льне сп҃се, и҆ а҆́дъ ви́дѣвъ чꙋ́до, ᲂу҆жасе́сѧ, и҆ ме́ртвїи воста́ша: тва́рь же ви́дѧщи сра́дꙋетсѧ тебѣ̀, и҆ а҆да́мъ свесели́тсѧ, и҆ мі́ръ сп҃се мо́й воспѣва́етъ тѧ̀ при́снѡ.
Resurrexit ex sepulchri omnipotentis spes, et ad videndum mirum Adam vidit, et mortui vasta sunt: visus autem mirabiliter gaudet tibi, et homo lætificat, et mundus salutarem tuum psallit semper te.
І҆́косъ:
Glory:
Ты̀ є҆сѝ свѣ́тъ ѡ҆мрачє́ннымъ, ты̀ є҆сѝ воскрⷭ҇нїе всѣ́хъ, и҆ живо́тъ человѣ́кѡвъ, и҆ всѣ́хъ совоскр҃си́лъ є҆сѝ, сме́ртнꙋю держа́вꙋ сп҃се разо́рь, и҆ а҆́дѡва врата̀ сокрꙋши́вый сло́ве: и҆ ме́ртвїи ви́дѣвше чꙋ́до чꙋдѧ́хꙋсѧ, и҆ всѧ́ка тва́рь сра́дꙋетсѧ ѡ҆ воскр҃се́нїи твое́мъ чл҃вѣколю́бче. тѣ́мже и҆ всѝ сла́вимъ и҆ пое́мъ твоѐ снизхожде́нїе, и҆ мі́ръ сп҃се мо́й, воспѣва́етъ тѧ̀ при́снѡ.
Tu es luminaire obscurci, Tu es ressuscitation de tous, et vie des hommes, et Tu as ressuscité tous, tenant en joug la puissance de la mort par Ton verbe : et les morts ont vu le miracle de Ta résurrection, et toute créature est réjouie à Ta ressuscitation, ô aimant des hommes. Par conséquent, nous louons et célébrons Ta descente, et mon monde apaisé chante Ta présence éternelle.