Desert Fathers and wife without fault,
To the heart of the area vozletat absentia,
To strengthen its broad Dolni storms and battles,
Laid many divine prayers;
But none of them touches me,
How so, which the priest repeats
In the days of sad Lent;
I most of all it comes to mouth
And fallen secures an unknown force:
O Lord of my days! the spirit of idleness dull,
Lyubonachaliya, This snake hidden,
And idle forbid my soul.
But let me mature my, Oh my God, pregreshenyya,
Yes, my brother from me will not accept Convicted,
And the spirit of humility, patience, love
And chastity in my heart quicken.
