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The Gifts of Saint Jovan Vladimir
Where are you coming from, young, brave hero,
With joy you're walking, with joy you're singing,
Who gave you, hero, so much joyfulness?
I was given it by Saint Jovan,
By Saint Jovan of Elbasan,
May you also be live and joyful!
Where are you coming from, wealthy gentleman,
With joy you're walking, wealthy you're walking,
Who gave you, gentleman, so much wealth?
I was given it by Saint Jovan,
By Saint Jovan of Elbasan,
May you also be live and wealthy.
Where are you coming from, dear old granny,
Fast you are walking like a maiden,
Who gave you, granny, such heartiness?
I was given it by Saint Jovan,
By Saint Jovan of Elbasan,
May you also be live and hearty.
Where are you coming from, good peasant,
Who moved dark fatigue from your brow,
Who gave you, peasant, a shining face,
Bright and shiny like the sunlight?
I was given it by Saint Jovan,
By Saint Jovan of Elbasan,
May you also be live and joyful.
Hear Us, Our God
Hear Us, Our God,
When nje cry to You;
Have mercy upon us,
Our Father, when we sigh.
You are the light of truth,
Enlighten us with truth;
Send Your grace from high,
Fill us with Your graciousness.
That we may walk bravely
On the path of Christ, Your son,
Celebrate You with the Angels,
Our Eternal Father.
Everything is Yours, Our God
Yours is Heaven and the earth is Yours,
The sun and the moon and countless stars;
The things that stand, float or fly,
Holy angels and holy souls.
All the creatures are Your possession,
Heaven and earth - Your creation,
And we are Yours, tiny icon-lights,
Your hand, our God, created us.
Your hand, our God, created us,
A sparkle of Your flame fell into us,
It fell into us and illuminated us,
And lit our tiny icon-lights.
O, Eternal Creator, broaden our spirit,
And stir it up with Your Holy Spirit,
For You are our Father and we are
ours,
O, make us worthy of Your name.
Saint Tekla
Saint Tekla, equal to the apostles,
the first-martyr of the virgins,
Subdued her body to her soul,
And subdued her soul and body
to the God Almighty,
Therefore everything was subdued to her:
A terrible flame and wild beasts,
the daemons and human sins,
everything subdued to faith and pureness,
everything obeyed holy innocence-
the innocence of Christ's bride.
Isn't a mother the most precious fortune?
Yet what is mother compared with Christ?
Or a fiance made of earthly dust-
He's only a dust before Christ's glory.
The wealth and earthly beauty
Will vanish like a dream and fly away like wind.
There is only one rock that stands forever,
And fears no storm nor the time,
It is the bridegroom of Tekla the Martyr
It is Christ, the King of Kings.
Saint Tekla, glorified njith Heaven,
Pray to Christ, the Saviour
To save us, the sinners, from the sin.
Whom Shall I Praise
Whom shall I praise
But the Living God,
Whom Shall I glorify
But my Lord?
He is sanctity,
He is happiness,
He is virtue,
He is youth.
He is awakening,
He is on your guard,
He is glorified -
He is sweet harmony.
The Seraphim stand
Close around Him,
The Angels in order
Sing around Him.
The earth hears the song
And returns its echo,
But the echo mourns-
It's weaker than the song.
And the new singers
Are coming to Heaven,
Joining the old ones
In glorious procession.
They are holy men
Who died yesterday,
And broke the chains
Of all mad passions.
The whole army's singing,
Singing: Hallelujah!
And the dreams of earth
Are flourishing in Heaven.
Glory to the good Father,
To the most loving Father,
Glory to the dearest Son,
And the Holy Spirit.
For All Ceased Homes
Fill my land with life,
Cleanse my heart of serpents,
Dispel darkness in my mind,
And fill it with the light of Heaven.
You, who tame the fire and wind,
And make servants of the evil spirits,
Tame this pride of mine, too,
And make me Your servant.
For all evil thoughts,
For all ceased homes,
For all dark minds,
I repent and cry.
Mountain High
There was a beautiful mountain,
Mountain high.
With a white tower on it,
Tower of fire.
Evil winds blew
To destroy the mountain,
Mountain high.
Terrible tempests,
Mad tempests roared
To destroy the white tower
Tower of fire.
But the mountain persisted,
Mountain high,
And the white tower stayed on it,
Tower of fire.
Yet it was not the beautiful mountain,
Mountain high,
Nor was it the white tower
Tower of fire.
But it was the Church of God,
With the glorious Cross,
With the domes of Heaven,
with the Cross of Christ.
East From On High
East revealed to us from on high
To announce eternal light to the world,
Eternal light and eternal shine,
Eternal existence of the eternal God.
The Son revealed to announce the Father
And the Spirit descended to celebrate the Son.
Triune sweet harmony
Warmed up men's hearts with love.
Eternal East of the eternal day
Glowed in the sunny eastern side
Awoke men from their heavy sleep.
False reveries vanished,
Dark shadows fled to hell.
Christ came, terror left men;
Christ spoke, hell bolted;
When He perished, He conquered Satan;
He fell in death, arose in life.
The grave shook up, when Christ resurrected.
Rule, My God
My God, rule through me
And direct my steps:
Changelessly, invariably
Let Your words be heard.
Let Your words be heard
Through my feeble mouth;
Let acts stand by words,
Let Your acts be seen.
Let Your acts be seen
In the acts of my hands
So that the whole earth could
Sing in Your glory.
Sing and trumpet:
Lo, how son loves the Father!
Trumpet and proclaim:
The Father is celebrated through son!
A Prayer to Gentle Christ
Help us, gentle Christ,
Our souls to be pure
And warmed with love
And illuminated with truth.
We know that the illuminated,
We know that the warmed,
We know that the purified
Will be brought into paradise.
Help us, gentle Christ,
- Our time is drawing near, -
So that we could also be
Counted among Your people.
Do You Know Who Loves You Mightily
Do you know who loves you mightily
Who watches over you day and night,
Who gives you abundantly
To resist devil's power?
Do you know who gave you life,
Father, mother, a brother of yours,
And who illuminated you
With a brilliant ray of His Spirit?
Do you know who died for us,
On Golgotha, do you know,
And who prepares
The promised joys for you, do you know?
You ought to know who does all that,
Who's the one that loves us so,
It is Lord from above,
It is Christ, Saviour for all!
So you too, oh, remember,
And give your heart to Him,
When you wrong Him, burst in tears,
And ask for forgiveness!
In the tear of repentance
Christ's shine shall glitter,
Put your trust in Him,
He shall open heaven to you!
Poem to St. Sava
Sweet Lord speaks when he walks the earth
Of spiritual drink and of living water:
Blessed is the one who drinks it in this age,
Living rivers will flow from him.
No one in Serbian nation could
Drink in living water like you.
Hence the rivers gushed out of you
And watered wonderfully all the Serbian land:
Grace and justice and holy truth,
Hope and brotherhood and upright
ducation,
Strong patriotism, gentle brotherly love
These are your waters, each deeper in turn.
You watered living seedbeds with them
You watered them till now, you'll water them from now on.
Just like Egypt is waterless without he Nile
So is your homeland without you.
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