Αὐτόμελα τοῦ Αʹ Ἦχου
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Χορὸς ἀγγελικός…
In heaven be amazed…
Χορὸς Ἀγγελικός, ἐκπληττέσθω τὸ θαῦμα, βροτοὶ δὲ ταῖς φωναῖς, ἀνακράξωμεν ὕμνον, ὁρῶντες τὴν ἄφατον, τοῦ Θεοῦ συγκατάβασιν· ὂν γὰρ τρέμουσι, τῶν οὐρανῶν αἱ Δυνάμεις, γηραλέαι νῦν, ἐναγκαλίζονται χεῖρες, τὸν μόνον φιλάνθρωπον.
In heaven be amazed by the wonder, O Angels; * with voices cry aloud a divine hymn, O mortals,* beholding the ineffable condescension of God to us.* For now Symeon holds in his aged embraces * Him before whom stand the hosts of heaven and tremble,* the only benevolent Lord.
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Νεφέλην σε φωτός…
Nefelin Se Fotos…
Νεφέλην σε φωτὸς ἀϊδίου, Παρθένε, ὁ Προφήτης ὠνόμασεν· ἐν σοὶ γὰρ ὡς ὑετὸς ἐπὶ πόκον, καταβὰς ὁ Λόγος τοῦ Πατρός, καὶ ἐκ σοῦ ἀνατείλας, τὸν κόσμον ἐφώτισε, τὴν πλάνην κατήργησε, Χριστὸς ὁ Θεὸς ἡμῶν, αὐτὸν ἱκετεύουσα ἐκτενῶς, Παναγία δεόμεθα, μὴ παύσῃ ὑπὲρ ἡμῶν, τῶν ἀληθῆ Θεοτόκον ὁμολογούντων σε.
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Ὢ τοῦ παραδόξου θαύματος…
Marvel at the wondrous paradox…
Ὢ τοῦ παραδόξου θαύματος! ἡ πηγὴ τῆς ζωῆς, ἐν μνημείῳ τίθεται, καὶ κλῖμαξ πρὸς οὐρανόν, ὁ τάφος γίνεται. Εὐφραίνου Γεθσημανῆ, τῆς Θεοτόκου τὸ ἅγιον τέμενος. Βοήσωμεν οἱ πιστοί, τὸν Γαβριὴλ κεκτημένοι ταξίαρχον· Κεχαριτωμένη χαῖρε, μετὰ σοῦ ὁ Κύριος, ὁ παρέχων τῷ κόσμῳ, διὰ σοῦ τὸ μέγα ἔλεος.
Marvel at the wondrous paradox! * Now the fount of our life has been laid within a tomb; * her tomb has become a ladder to heaven above. * Gethsemane, holy place, * the Theotokos reposed in you. Celebrate! * Believers, together sing, * having the Archangel Gabriel leading us. * “We salute you, Lady full of grace: O rejoice! For the Lord * is with you and is granting to the world great mercy through you.”
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Ὅταν ἔλθῃς ὁ Θεός…
When You come down…
Ὅταν ἔλθῃς ὁ Θεός, ἐπὶ γῆς μετὰ δόξης, καὶ τρέμωσι τὰ σύμπαντα, ποταμὸς δὲ τοῦ πυρὸς πρὸ τοῦ Βήματος ἕλκῃ, καὶ βίβλοι ἀνοίγωνται, καὶ τὰ κρυπτὰ δημοσιεύωνται· τότε ῥῦσαί με, ἐκ τοῦ πυρὸς τοῦ ἀσβέστου, καὶ ἀξίωσον, ἐκ δεξιῶν σοῦ με στῆναι, Κριτὰ δικαιότατε.
When You come down to the earth, O God, in Your glory, all things will cower tremulous, and a river of fire will draw before Your Judgment Seat; the books shall be opened up, and public knowledge will things hidden be. Rescue me, then, I pray, from unquenchable fire, and count me worthy to stand at Your right hand, O You, the most righteous Judge.
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Πανεύφημοι μάρτυρες…
O Martyrs, extolled…
Πανεύφημοι μάρτυρες ὑμᾶς, οὐχ ἡ γῆ κατέκρυψεν, ἀλλʼ οὐρανὸς ὑπεδέξατο, ὑμῖν ἠνοίγησαν, Παραδείσου πύλαι, καὶ ἐντὸς γενόμενοι, τοῦ ξύλου τῆς ζωῆς ἀπολαύετε, Χριστῷ πρεσβεύοντες, δωρηθῆναι ταῖς ψυχαῖς ἡμῶν, τὴν εἰρήνην καὶ τὸ μέγα ἔλεος.
O Martyrs, extolled in all the world, * you were not concealed by earth, * but rather heaven admitted you. The gates of Paradise * unto you were opened. * Having gone within, you now * enjoy the tree of life, and you intercede with Christ on our behalf, * supplicating that surpassing peace * and great mercy * be upon our souls bestowed.
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Τῆς ἐρήμου πολίτης…
As a citizen of the desert…
Τῆς ἐρήμου πολίτης καὶ ἐν σώματι ἄγγελος καὶ θαυματουργὸς ἀνεδείχθης θεοφόρε πατὴρ ἡμῶν [Κυριακέ·] νηστείᾳ, ἀγρυπνίᾳ, προσευχῇ, οὐράνια χαρίσματα λαβών· θεραπεύεις τοὺς νοσοῦντας καὶ τὰς ψυχὰς τῶν πίστει προστρεχόντων σοι. Δόξα τῷ δεδωκότι σοι ἰσχύν, δόξα τῷ σὲ στεφανώσαντι, δόξα τῷ ἐνεργοῦντι διὰ σοῦ πᾶσιν ἰάματα.
As a citizen of the desert and an angel incarnate * and a wonder-worker you shone forth, O [name] our God-bearing father. * Since you received the spiritual gifts * by fasting and vigilance and prayer, * you can cure those who are ailing and heal the souls * of those who run to you with faith. * Glory to Him who gave His might to you; * glory to Him who placed a crown on you; * glory to Him who operates through you, providing cures to all.
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Τῶν οὐρανίων ταγμάτων…
For all the powers of heaven…
Τῶν οὐρανίων ταγμάτων τὸ ἀγαλλίαμα, τῶν ἐπὶ γῆς ἀνθρώπων, κραταιὰ προστασία, ἄχραντε Παρθένε, σῶσον ἡμᾶς, τοὺς εἰς σὲ καταφεύγοντας, ὅτι ἐν σοὶ τὰς ἐλπίδας μετὰ Θεόν, Θεοτόκε ἀνεθέμεθα.
For all the powers of heaven you are exultant joy. * For us on earth, O Lady, you are mighty protection. * Pure and holy Virgin, save us, we pray, * when for refuge we come to you. * O Theotokos, for second only to God, * it is you in whom we set our hopes.
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Τὸν τάφον σου Σωτήρ…
The soldiers who were guarding…
Τὸν τάφον σου Σωτήρ, στρατιῶται τηροῦντες, νεκροὶ τῇ ἀστραπῇ, τοῦ ὀφθέντος Ἀγγέλου, ἐγένοντο κηρύττοντος, γυναιξὶ τὴν ἀνάστασιν. Σὲ δοξάζομεν, τὸν τῆς φθορᾶς καθαιρέτην, σοὶ προσπίπτομεν, τῷ ἀναστάντι ἐκ τάφου, καὶ μόνῳ Θεῷ ἡμῶν.
The soldiers who were guarding Your tomb became like dead men, * O Savior, when Your Angel appeared there like lightning * and said to the women that You had risen, as You had said. * We now worship You, our only God, and extol You, * for You conquered death and dissolution, O Master, * and rose from the sepulcher.
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Τοῦ λίθου σφραγισθέντος…
The stone having been sealed…
Τοῦ λίθου σφραγισθέντος ὑπὸ τῶν Ἰουδαίων, καὶ στρατιωτῶν φυλασσόντων τὸ ἄχραντόν σου σῶμα, ἀνέστης τριήμερος Σωτήρ, δωρούμενος τῷ κόσμῳ τὴν ζωήν. Διὰ τοῦτο αἱ Δυνάμεις τῶν οὐρανῶν ἐβόων σοι Ζωοδότα· Δόξα τῇ ἀναστάσει σου Χριστέ, δόξα τῇ βασιλείᾳ σου, δόξα τῇ οἰκονομίᾳ σου, μόνε Φιλάνθρωπε.
The stone having been sealed by the Pharisees and chief priests, * and Your all-immaculate body being guarded by soldiers, * You rose on the third day, O Lord and Savior, granting life unto the world. * Then the powers of the heavens cried out to You, O Giver of Life, and shouted, * “Glory to Your resurrection, O Christ! * Glory to Your eternal rule! * Glory to Your plan for saving us, only benevolent God!”