Конда́къ, гла́съ в҃:
When the All-holy Theotokos, O Soul of God,
Did receive within her holy womb the Life uncreated,
And the Eternal Word was made flesh and dwelt among us—
Then did the heavens open, and the earth was shaken,
And all creation rejoiced in the presence of the Lord.
For He came to save us from our sins,
To show mercy on the world by His most pure Incarnation.
Therefore let us with compunction of heart give thanks,
And cry aloud: Glory to Him who is God, now and ever!
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.
Voskřeslěsì íssë õgrōva vseśilne spásye, í adъ vídev chúdo, užasě́sesyá, í mě́rtvi̯i vostáša: tvárь vizény shrádŭetseye tebè, í adám svéselítseya, í mirъ spásye mói pospěváetsya týę prísno.
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.
Thou art the Light darkened, Thou art the Resurrection of all, and the Life of men, and Thou didst raise up all, holding in Thy deathly power, and smotest the gates of hell with Thy Word: and the dead beheld a wonder of wonders, and every creature rejoiceth at Thy resurrection, O Lover of mankind. Wherefore we all glorify Thee and sing Thy descent, and peace doth praise Thee evermore.