OMPLETING is the song-writing voice,

now, that the temporary shadows are reduced

into the inaccessible light of the one Dawn.  

Would perhaps the dead praise You?

Alive now we will praise You.

Would perhaps the cold ones, whose blood is drought?

To us is given to taste

the blessing of the Almighty, the prayer of the natives.

Εἰς ἦχον ἀναστάσιμον

Πληροῦται ἡ ἀσματογράφος φωνή,

τώρα, ποὺ οἱ πρόσκαιροι ἴσκιοι ἀναλυθῆκαν

στὸ ἀπρόσιτο τὸ φῶς τῆς μιᾶς Αὐγῆς.

 
Μὴ δὰ οἱ νεκροὶ θὰ Σὲ παινεῦαν;

ζωντανοὶ τώρα ἐμεῖς θὰ Σὲ παινέψουμε.

Μὴ δὰ οἱ ψυχροί, ποὺ εἶχε στερέψει τὸ αἷμα τους;

Σὲ μᾶς λαχαίνει νὰ γευτοῦμε

τὴν εὐδοκία τοῦ Παντοκράτορα, εὐχὴ τῶν γηγενῶν.