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So you already heard, my son, that you are chosen
That you will take a burden beyond your strength,
That in your bright religious order
You will shine as a torch in the darkness.
It comes and then neither the troops,
Nor the tsar, nor the chieftain will defend the people.
It will be your blessing hand
That all will look at! You will be the ford
That will lead the generations across
To the salvation bank!
Refrain: Evtimii, my son
Evtimii , my son, you bear the sign of the cross
In your soul and your pale forehead
Is in blaze by it. Only a few are those
Who take upon themselves the human pangs. Take them and ascend
High up the Golgota with this heavy
Beam and crucify yourself for the people.
The Friday of the Crucifiction, amidst all days
the most terrible is your day, my son.
Prepare your soul for it!
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