Angel vopiyashe Blagodatney:
chistaya Devo raduysya, i paki reku, raduysya:
tvoy Syn voskrese, tridneven ot groba,
i mertvyya vozdvignuvyy, lyudie veselitesya.

 

Svyatisya, svyatisya, Novyy Ierusalime,
slava bo Gospodnya na tebe vozsyya!
Likuy nyne i veselisya Sione, ti zhe, chistaya,
krasuysya Bogoroditse o vostanyy rozhdestva Tvoego.
The angel cried unto her who is full of grace:
hail, O pure Virgin, and again I say, hail:
your Son is risen from his three-day sojourn in the grave,
and has raised up the dead: rejoice, O ye people.

 

Shine, shine, O New Jerusalem,
for the glory of the Lord is risen upon you!
Dance now and be glad, O Zion, and do exult,
O pure Mother of God, in the arising of him whom you did bear.