Trophim the hermit prays to Virgin Mary [Se-nchină Trofim pustnicul, Fecioarei Maria]
We sin, O, Virgin Mary, pure and brave,
In deed, and speech, and thought. We always sin:
Because right from the cradle to the grave,
We live in sin without and deep within.
And through repentance, which is blessed and right,
Our parents' sin we expiate for sure,
Have mercy on poor Trophim in his fight
With his relentless and unending lure.
To You I offer prayers hot and meek,
O, taintless Mother, and in truth I speak;
When in the shade you bloom like lilies shy,
Out of your limpid heart dew drops, I pray,
Which mirror the entire clear blue sky,
Into our souls pour gently right away.
poem by Al. O. Teodoreanu, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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