Tuesday, 30 March 2010

Troparion of Kassiani - Great Tuesday

Kyrie, i en poless amartiess
peripessoussa ghini,
tin syn esthomeni theotita, myrophorou
analavoussa taksin, odhyromeni,
mira si pro tou entaphiasmou komizi.
Imi! leghoussa, oti nyx mi iparchi,
isstross akolassiass,
zophodhiss te ke aselinoss,
eross tiss amartiass.
Dhekse mou tass pighass ton dhakryon,
o nepheless dhieksaghon tiss thalassiss to  ydhor.
Kamphthiti mi pross touss stenaghmouss
tiss kardhiass,
o klinass tous ouranouss, ti aphato sou kenossi.
Kataphilisso tous achrandouss sou podhass,
aposmikso toutouss dhe pallin,
tiss tiss kephaliss mou vosstrichiss;
on en to paradhisso Eva to dhilinon,
kroton tiss ossin ichithissa, to phovo ekrivi.
Amartion mou ta plithi,
ke krimaton sou avissouss,
tis eksichniassi psychossosta Sotir mou?
Mi me tin sin dhoulin paridhis,
o ametriton echon to eleoss

Sensing Thy divinity, O Lord, a woman of many sins
takes it upon herself to become a myrrh-bearer,
And in deep mourning brings before Thee fragrant oil
in anticipation of Thy burial; crying:
"Woe to me! For night is unto me, oestrus of lechery,
a dark and moonless eros of sin.
Receive the wellsprings of my tears,
O Thou who gatherest the waters of the oceans into clouds.
Bend to me, to the sorrows of my heart,
O Thou who bendedst down the heavens in Thy ineffable self-emptying
I will kiss Thine immaculate feet
and dry them with the locks of my hair;
Those very feet whose sound Eve heard at dusk in Paradise
and hid herself in fear.
Who shall reckon the multitude of my sins,
or the abysses of Thy judgment, O Saviour of my soul?
Do not ignore Thy handmaiden,
            O Thou whose mercy is endless."

1 comment:

  1. O Lord, the woman who had fallen into many sins, sensing Your Divinity, takes upon herself the duty of a myrrh-bearer.

    With lamentations she brings you myrrh in anticipation of your entombment. "Woe to me!" she cries, "for me night has become a frenzy of licentiousness, a dark and moonless love of sin.
    Receive the fountain of my tears, O You who gathers into clouds the waters of the sea.

    Incline unto me, unto the sighings of my heart, O You who bowed the heavens by your ineffable condescension.
    I will wash your immaculate feet with kisses and dry them again with the tresses of my hair; those very feet at whose sound Eve hid herself from in fear when she heard You walking in Paradise in the twilight of the day.

    As for the multitude of my sins and the depths of Your judgments, who can search them out, O Savior of souls, my Savior?
    Do not disdain me Your handmaiden, O You who are boundless in mercy.