Mother of God, rejoice, Sophia Pronoia!
Bring us the grace of unearthly peace.
Whether we are alone, in the ecumenical cathedral,
in a rented apartment, in a prayer house,
whether in revelation, in conversation,
Whether in prison or on the loose.
You save and bring closer to God.
Them, abandoned and useless, like ghosts.
Those who can no longer be saved.
You Hear their groans in the desert above the world.
You heal them with the grace of the Mother of God.
Good Sheep and Good Shepherds
let them sing to you
thanksgiving prayer around the clock
They are free, joyful, conscientious, happy!
Save them and give them a drink, hunted, hopeless and hidden…
open air.
Get well brothers.
Rejoice, mothers.
And in the city of Kitezh,
And in the city of Radonezh!