Хор Иоанна Дамаскина - Матушка Великая Княгиня
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You looked like a goddess
The boundaries of light became too small
Mother, Great Princess
Where are your lavish balls?

Why do you wear monastic clothes
Still in the prime of your years?
Has this ever been seen before
In royal and court etiquette?

Why are you not in the ceremonial throne room
Since the time when, with fingers covered in ash,
They gathered the pieces of the Prince
Blown up by a bomb in the Kremlin?

Aren't you the Empress's sister?
How is it, without mincing words,
All the money goes to the poor and hospitals,
All your strength to the sick and the needy?

You were truly wealthy,
Why are you not in silks and sables?
Your hands are calloused from work,
Spending nights in hospitals.

Where are your servants and carriages?
Why are you not in gold and silver?
But not all the homeless are warmed,
And a crowd of hungry people is in the courtyard.

Is the Truth of the New Testament
Only in ancient robes and icons?
Mother Elizabeth for everyone,
Praying and weeping for all.

We overlooked this, alas,
Rus' was dragged into the darkness of malice,
They threw Mother into the abyss of the mine
For her love and kindness.

But where is the limit of goodness and tenderness?
Dying in the dark depths,
The princess was dressing wounds,
Melting in the fire of prayer.

You are a Saint, higher than a goddess,
With the Savior in Heaven,
Mother Abbess Princess,
Of our Rus' thrown into the mine.