Αὐτόμελα τοῦ πλ. Δʹ Ἦχου
Automela of Mode pl. 4
Automela of Mode pl. 4
Αὐτόμελον. Ἦχος πλ. δʹ.
Automelon. Mode pl. 4.
Ἀνέστης ἐκ νεκρῶν…
O Life of all, You rose…
Ἀνέστης ἐκ νεκρών, ἡ ζωὴ τῶν ἁπάντων, καὶ Ἄγγελος φωτός, ταῖς γυναιξὶν ἐβόα· Παύσασθε τῶν δακρύων, τοῖς Ἀποστόλοις εὐαγγελίσασθε· κράξατε ἀνυμνοῦσαι· Ὅτι ἀνέστη Χριστὸς ὁ Κύριος, ὁ εὐδοκήσας σῶσαι ὡς Θεός, τὸ γένος τῶν ἀνθρώπων.
O Life of all, You rose from the dead; and an Angel, * his countenance like lightning, called out to the women, * “Weep no more! But go quickly and bring to the Apostles the tidings of joy. * Sing out in exultation, ‘Truly risen from the dead is Christ the Lord, * who was well pleased to save the human race, as God our only Savior.’”
Αὐτόμελον. Ἦχος πλ. δʹ.
Automelon. Mode pl. 4.
Αὐλῶν Ποιμενικῶν…
The army of the Angels…
Αὐλῶν Ποιμενικῶν, καταπαύων ἆσμα, στρατὸς Ἀγγελικός, ἐπεφώνει λέγων· Παύσασθε ἀγραυλοῦντες, οἱ τῶν θρεμμάτων ἠγεμονεύοντες, κράξατε ἀνυμνοῦντες· Ὅτι ἐτέχθη Χριστὸς ὁ Κύριος, ὁ εὐδοκήσας σῶσαι ὡς Θεός, τὸ γένος τῶν ἀνθρώπων.
The army of the Angels appearing silenced * the song of shepherds pipes. And the Angel uttered, * Stop in the field abiding, * O you the governors of animals. * Cry out in exaltation, * for Christ the Lord has been born today. * It is His will to save the human race, * as God, in His good pleasure.
Αὐτόμελον. Ἦχος πλ. δʹ.
Automelon. Mode pl. 4.
Δεῦτε ἅπαντες πιστοί…
O believers one and all…
Δεῦτε ἅπαντες πιστοί, τὰς τῶν ὁσίων Πατέρων, χορείας ὑμνήσωμεν, Ἀντώνιον τὸν κορυφαῖον, τὸν φαεινὸν Εὐθύμιον, καὶ ἕκαστον, καὶ πάντας ὁμοῦ, καὶ τούτων ὥσπερ Παράδεισον, ἄλλον τρυφῆς, τὰς πολιτείας νοητῶς διεξερχόμενοι, τερπνῶς ἀνακράξωμεν. Ταῦτα τὰ ξύλα, ἃ ἐφύτευσεν ὁ Θεὸς ἡμῶν, τὰ αὐτά, τοὺς ἀφθάρτους καρποὺς τῆς ζωῆς ἐξανθήσαντα, προσήγαγον τῷ Χριστῷ, ἐκτρέφοντα ἡμῶν τὰς ψυχάς· πρὸς οὓς βοήσωμεν· Θεοφόροι μακάριοι, πρεσβεύσατε, τοῦ σωθῆναι ἡμᾶς.
Αὐτόμελον. Ἦχος πλ. δʹ.
Automelon. Mode pl. 4.
Κύριε, εἰ καὶ κριτηρίῳ…
Lord, even though…
Κύριε, εἰ καὶ κριτηρίῳ παρέστης, ὑπὸ Πιλάτου κρινόμενος, ἀλλʼ οὐκ ἀπελείφθης τοῦ θρόνου, τῷ Πατρὶ συγκαθεζόμενος· καὶ ἀναστὰς ἐκ νεκρών, τὸν κόσμον ἠλευθέρωσας, ἐκ τῆς δουλείας τοῦ ἀλλοτρίου, ὡς οἰκτίρμων καὶ φιλάνθρωπος.
Lord, even though You were standing at The Pavement * and Pontius Pilate was judging You, * still You were seated with the Father * on the throne, from which You never left. * And when You rose from the dead * as God, in Your benevolence, * You freed the world from the devil’s bondage, * as our Savior most compassionate.
Αὐτόμελον. Ἦχος πλ. δʹ.
Automelon. Mode pl. 4.
Ὁ Ἄγγελός σου Κύριε…
Your Angel…
Ὁ Ἄγγελός σου Κύριε, ὁ τὴν ἀνάστασιν κηρύξας, τοὺς μὲν φύλακας ἐφόβησε, τὰ δὲ γύναια ἐφώνησε λέγων· Τί ζητεῖτε τὸν ζῶντα μετὰ τῶν νεκρῶν; ἀνέστη Θεός ὤν, καὶ τῇ οἰκουμένῃ ζωὴν ἐδωρήσατο.
Your Angel, who announced Your resurrection, * on the one hand frightened * the soldiers guarding Your tomb, O Lord, * on the other hand he said to the women, * “Why do you seek the living among the dead? * As God, He has risen, * and He has granted life to the entire world.”
Αὐτόμελον. Ἦχος πλ. δʹ.
Automelon. Mode pl. 4.
Ὁ ἐν Ἐδὲμ Παράδεισος…
The paradise of Eden…
Ὁ ἐν Ἐδὲμ Παράδεισός ποτε, τὸ ξύλον τῆς γνώσεως, ἀνεβλάστησεν ἐν μέσῳ τῶν φυτῶν· ἡ Ἐκκλησία σου Χριστέ, τὸν Σταυρόν σου ἐξήνθησε, τὸν πηγάσαντα τῷ κόσμῳ τὴν ζωήν· ἀλλὰ τὸ μὲν ἐθανάτωσε, βρώσει φαγόντα τὸν Ἀδάμ, τὸ δὲ ἐζωοποίησε, πίστει σωθέντα τὸν Λῃστήν· οὗ τῆς ἀφέσεως, κοινωνοὺς ἡμᾶς ἀνάδειξον, Χριστὲ ὁ Θεός, ὁ τῷ πάθει σου λύσας, τὴν καθʼ ἡμῶν μανίαν τοῦ ἐχθροῦ, καὶ ἀξίωσον ἡμᾶς, τῆς βασιλείας σου Κύριε.
The paradise of Eden once produced the tree of the knowledge of good and evil in the midst of all the plants. * Whereas the holy Church, O Christ, now has brought forth Your precious Cross, * gushing forth eternal life into the world. * But while the one brought on Adam’s death when he had taken it for food, * the other gave the Robber life * when for believing he was saved. * Make us partakers of the forgiveness he received from You, O Christ, * who by Your Passion ended the frenzy aimed against us of the foe; * and, O Lord, account us worthy of inheriting Your heavenly Rule.
Αὐτόμελον. Ἦχος πλ. δʹ.
Automelon. Mode pl. 4.
Ὢ τοῦ παραδόξου…
What a paradoxal…
Ὢ τοῦ παραδόξου θαύματος! ὢ μυστηρίου φρικτοῦ! ὁ τῇ φύσει ἀθάνατος, πῶς ἐν ξύλῳ κρέμαται; πῶς θανάτου νῦν γεύεται; πῶς κατακρίνεται ὁ ἀνεύθυνος; Κρῦψον τὸ φῶς σου, καὶ φρῖξον ἥλιε, βλέπων τὸ τόλμημα· ἡ Παρθένος ἔλεγεν ἐν στεναγμοῖς, βλέπουσα σταυρούμενον, Χριστὸν ὃν ἔτεκε.
What a paradoxal miracle; * Oh, awful mystery, oh! * How can He now be crucified * who by nature cannot die? * How can He now be tasting death, * or be convicted, being the guiltless One? * Therefore, O sun, hide your light and stand in awe * seeing the insolence. * Thus the Virgin uttered as she witnessed Christ, * to whom she had given birth, * suspended on the Cross.
Αὐτόμελον. Ἦχος πλ. δʹ.
Automelon. Mode pl. 4.
Οἱ Μάρτυρές σου Κύριε…
Your martyr Saints…
Οἱ Μάρτυρές σου Κύριε, ἐπιλαθόμενοι τῶν ἐν τῷ βίῳ, καταφρονήσαντες καὶ τῶν βασάνων, διὰ τὴν μέλλουσαν ζωήν, ταύτης κληρονόμοι ἀνεδείχθησαν· ὅθεν καὶ Ἀγγέλοις συναγάλλονται. Αὐτῶν ταῖς ἱκεσίαις, δώρησαι τῷ λαῷ σου, τὸ μέγα ἔλεος.
Your martyr Saints, O Lord, having become oblivious to life’s endeavors * even disdaining the tormenting tortures all for the life which is to come, * came to be regarded its inheritors. * Therefore they exult with the angelic hosts. * Bestow upon Your people great mercy, at the fervent appeals of these Your Saints.
Αὐτόμελον. Ἦχος πλ. δʹ.
Automelon. Mode pl. 4.
Ὡς ἀπαρχάς…
O Planter of creation…
Ὡς ἀπαρχὰς τῆς φύσεως, τῷ φυτουργῷ τῆς κτίσεως, ἡ οἰκουμένη προσφέρει σοι Κύριε, τοὺς θεοφόρους Μάρτυρας· ταῖς αὐτῶν ἱκεσίαις, ἐν εἰρήνῃ βαθείᾳ, τὴν Ἐκκλησίαν σου, διὰ τῆς Θεοτόκου συντήρησον, πολυέλεε.
O Planter of creation, Lord, to You does the entire world bring as an offering the God-bearing martyr Saints, as being nature’s first fruits. At their earnest entreaties, keep Your Church in a state of profoundest peace, through the Theotokos, O Lord abundantly merciful.
Αὐτόμελον. Ἦχος πλ. δʹ.
Automelon. Mode pl. 4.
Τί ὑμᾶς καλέσωμεν…
What are we to call you…
Τί ὑμᾶς καλέσωμεν Ἅγιοι; Χερουβίμ; ὅτι ὑμῖν ἐπανεπαύσατο Χριστός. Σεραφίμ; ὅτι ἀπαύστως ἐδοξάσατε αὐτόν. Ἀγγέλους; τὸ γὰρ σῶμα ἀπεστράφητε. Δυνάμεις; ἐνεργεῖτε ἐν τοῖς θαύμασι. Πολλὰ ὑμῶν τὰ ὀνόματα, καὶ μείζονα τὰ χαρίσματα, πρεσβεύσατε, τοῦ σωθῆναι τὰς ψυχὰς ἡμῶν.
What are we to call you, O holy ones? * Cherubim, inasmuch as Christ has found repose in you. * Seraphim, for without ceasing you were glorifying Him. * Or Angels, from the body you had turned away. * Or Powers, you are active doing miracles. * Your names are many, and greater are * the spiritual gifts that you received. * So intercede, we entreat you, that our souls be saved.
Αὐτόμελον. Ἦχος πλ. δʹ.
Automelon. Mode pl. 4.
Τῇ ὑπερμάχῳ…
O Champion General…
Τῇ ὑπερμάχῳ στρατηγῷ τὰ νικητήρια, ὡς λυτρωθεῖσα τῶν δεινῶν εὐχαριστήρια, ἀναγράφω σοι ἡ Πόλις σου Θεοτόκε. Ἀλλʼ ὡς ἔχουσα τὸ κράτος ἀπροσμάχητον, ἐκ παντοίων με κινδύνων ἐλευθέρωσον, ἵνα κράζω σοι· Χαῖρε νύμφη ἀνύμφευτε.
O Champion General, I your City now ascribe to you * triumphant anthems as the tokens of my gratitude, * being rescued from the terrors, O Theotokos. * Inasmuch as you have power unassailable, * from all kinds of perils free me so that unto you * I may cry aloud: * Rejoice, O unwedded Bride.
Αὐτόμελον. Ἦχος πλ. δʹ.
Automelon. Mode pl. 4.
Τὴν Σοφίαν καὶ Λόγον…
By conceiving the wisdom…
Τὴν Σοφίαν καὶ Λόγον ἐν σῇ γαστρί, συλλαβοῦσα ἀφράστως Μήτηρ Θεοῦ, τῷ κόσμῳ ἐκύησας, τὸν τὸν κόσμον κατέχοντα, καὶ ἐν ἀγκάλαις ἔσχες, τὸν πάντα συνέχοντα, τὸν τροφοδότην πάντων, καὶ πλάστην καὶ Κύριον. Ὅθεν δυσωπῶ σε, Παναγία Παρθένε, ῥυσθῆναι πταισμάτων μου, ὅταν μέλλω παρίστασθαι, πρὸ προσώπου τοῦ Κτίστου μου. Δέσποινα Παρθένε ἁγνὴ τὴν σὴν βοήθειαν τότε μοι δώρησαι· καὶ γὰρ δύνασαι, ὅσα θέλεις πανύμνητε.
By conceiving the Wisdom and Word of God * in your womb inexplicably, Mother of God, * for the world’s sake you carried Him who has the whole world in His hand, * and in your arms you held Him who holds together the universe, * which He provides with food, as its Creator and Lord. * Therefore, O all-holy Virgin Mary, I pray you, * that I be forgiven of my offenses when I shall stand before Him who created me. * O all-lauded Lady most pure, I implore you to assist me in that hour. * I am sure you can accomplish whatever you wish.
Αὐτόμελον. Ἦχος πλ. δʹ.
Automelon. Mode pl. 4.
Τὸ προσταχθέν…
When he perceived…
Τὸ προσταχθὲν μυστικῶς λαβὼν ἐν γνώσει, ἐν τῇ σκηνῇ τοῦ Ἰωσὴφ σπουδῇ ἐπέστη, ὁ Ἀσώματος λέγων τῇ Ἀπειρογάμῳ· Ὁ κλίνας τῇ καταβάσει τοὺς οὐρανούς, χωρεῖται ἀναλλοιώτως ὅλος ἐν σοί· ὃν καὶ βλέπων ἐν μήτρᾳ σου, λαβόντα δούλου μορφήν, ἐξίσταμαι κραυγάζων σοι· Χαῖρε, Νύμφη ἀνύμφευτε!
When he perceived what had secretly been ordered, * to the abode of Joseph urgently reported * the unbodied one saying unto the Unwedded: * “The Lord who has bowed the heavens in His descent, * in you is contained completely and without change; * and beholding Him in your womb * taking the form of a slave, * astounded I cry out to you: * Rejoice, O unwedded Bride.”