Текст песни Cестры Минского Свято-Елисаветинского монастыря - Тропарь чудотворной иконе Божией матери

Soften our evil heart to the Virgin,
And the adversity of the hate us out,
And all the cramped of our souls will allow:
The holy image is looking at your Bo.
Your compassion and mercy
We are touched by your wounds and our wounds, but our arrows, tormenting, are horrified.
Do not give us, Mati is worthy
, in our brutalism and from the brutalism of neighbors, die,
You are truly the evil hearts of softening.