Most Holy Theotokos, Save Us!



As its champion General, thy City
exclaims victory hymns and thanksgiving,
to thee Theotokos.
Having kept the country unassailed,
free me also from every peril,
that we may cry to thee:
Hail, thou Bride Unwedded!

 Τῇ ὑπερμάχῳ στρατηγῷ τὰ νικητήρια,
ὡς λυτρωθεῖσα τῶν δεινῶν, εὐχαριστήρια
ἀναγράφω σοι ἡ Πόλις σου Θεοτόκε.
Ἀλλ΄ ὡς ἔχουσα τὸ κράτος ἀπροσμάχητον,
ἐκ παντοίων με κινδύνων ἐλευθέρωσον,
ἵνα κράζω σοι· Χαῖρε, νύμφη ἀνύμφευτε.


A prince of the angels was sent from heaven to say to the Theotokos, "Hail!" And seeing Thee, O Lord, take bodily form at the sound of his bodiless voice, he was filled with amazement and stood still, crying to her thus:

Hail, thou through whom joy will shine forth:
Hail, thou through whom the curse will cease.
Hail, thou restoration of fallen Adam:
Hail, thou redempion of the tears of Eve.
Hail, thou Height hard to climb for the thought of man:
Hail, thou Depth hard to perceive even for the eyes of angels.
Hail, thou that art the throne of the King:
Hail, thou who dost hold Him who holdeth all.
Hail, thou Star who dost make the Sun appear:
Hail, thou Womb of the divine incarnation.
Hail, thou through whom the Creator becomes a newborn child.
Hail, thou Bride unwedded!