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.
Ikos
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!