Текст песни Хор Московского Сретенского монастыря - Царице моя преблагая..

My queen, offering my hope to the Theotokos, is a friend of the orphaned and strange to the protector, grieving joy, offended patroness! See my misfortune, see my sorrow, help me like I am weak, feed me how strange. Let me offend my weight, let it be like a wolf: it’s not the Imam who could help you except you, nor other prostitutes, nor good comforters, but to You, O Bohomati, who would preserve and cover you forever and ever. Amen.