Most Holy Theotokos Virgin, who lives and saves Thy inheritance ever after death, hear the sigh of my soul calling upon You for help!
Descend from heaven, come and touch my mind and heart, open the vision of my soul, so that I may see You, my Lady, and Your Son, the Creator, Christ and my God, and I will understand that there is will I am deprived of him and what. Hey, my Lady, strive for Thy help and pray to Thy Son, that He may greet me with His grace, and that by the bonds of His love, chained at His feet, I may remain forever, even in wounds and illness, even if one is sick and weakened in body, but at His feet.
I cry to You, Lord Jesus! You are my sweetness, life, health, joy greater than this world’s joy, the entire composition of my life. You are light more than any light. I see my body motionless from illness, I feel the relaxation of all my members, the pain in my bones. But, O my light, how the rays of Your light, falling on my wounds, delight me! Warmed by their warmth, I forget everything and at Your feet with my tears I wash away my sins, I rise up and brighten.
This is the only thing I ask of You, my Jesus, - do not turn Your face away from me, let me forever at Your feet joyfully mourn my sins, for at the sight of You, Lord, repentance and tears for I am sweeter than the joys of the whole world.
Oh light, my joy, my sweetness, Jesus! Do not cast me away from Your feet, my Jesus, but through my prayer be with me always, so that by living by You, I will glorify You with the Father and the Spirit forever. Through the prayers of the Mother of God and all Your saints, hear me, Lord. Amen.