Хор братии Валаамского монастыря - О, дивный остров
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Anthem of the Valaam monastery
Monk Peter (Mikhailov)
Igumen Khariton (Dunaev)

Oh, the marvelous island of Valaam!
The hand of divine fate
Erected the monastery of paradise here,
The abode of the highest purity,

The monastery is wonderful, holy,
The dwelling of the chosen people,
The abode of the heart is dear,
The abode of the world from passions.

God -chosen abode!
The Most Holy Island of Valaam!
Your resident dared to sing you
Take his insignificant gift!

I don't know how to sing me howl
Your valleys and fields
Your forests, your bays
Your sacred places.

I don't dare to say about you:
You are so full!
I don't know how to fold the songs:
She is pale in front of you.

One will only say one: without measure
You sacrificed to God
All the purity of the holy faith
And the fruit of sacred labor.

What place did you choose!
What altar erected,
And how diligently sang
In him, God is true creature.

But there was a different time here;
The temple of the gods stood
And the life of the sinful boiled.
Under the eye of vigilant priests.

I don't know how long it lasted
That service of abominable gods;
But the mercy of God was
On this granite Valaam:

Andrey Apostle - there is a trial, -
The gloom of sin scattered with a cross,
Having predicted faith prosperity.
Post, prayer and labor.

God's word was true:
That cross drove off the enemies of Christ,
And now we are seeking - how sacred you are
The abode of the tsar of the king.

You are saints ascetics
Sergius and Herman founded;
Here are their relics honest
They shone with their mild;

And their souls there - in heaven,
In the halls of God they are hung.
On all of us sinners - in miracles
The generoes of God are.

Praise to you, the abode of glory!
You shine in young cleanliness
Keeping all strict charters
In his monastic life.

I don't have enough strength to count
The holy ascetics of your.
But their overgrown graves
Easy to recall a verse.

One, one, only I know right:
You made a lot of sorrows.
I suffered a lot of temptations
From evil, envious people.

I was devastated more than once
A crowd of frantic enemies;
But you only revealed courage
Among all deprivations and anxieties,

And after long trials,
Devastation and struggle,
Like the Lord of his desires,
You appeared in all its glory! -

Humble monks abode!
Shelter of workers of slaves,
In the spiritual world guide,
From the strength of the enemy of the cover!

Can I see a stronghold,
Have you lined up on which?
Can I sing your shrine
And to bear your labors?!

Conscious of his powerless
To dignify you in poetry
I will not continue further:
The monastery itself is in front of my eyes! ..

I only wish you only reflections, -
I pray about this with hope, -
Live in the walls of your fence
While I will move for the coffin! ..

Although again, the sea sparkles,
And beckons with the freshness of the path;
It’s hard for me ... Sright and grief in my soul.
Will I say the last "sorry"?

Ah, the swell of the soul is stronger than the swell of the sea,
Sighing, repenting, mourning,
Leaving the shrine forever,
"Sorry" I am talking to myself.

About Valaam long -suffering
About the mentor of Valaam
Again the destiny of the sad
I came to your holy places

Again you are covered with wounds
You stand silent and empty,
Dilapidated, beaten,
But the same marvelous and saint.

You are uninhabited for us
And we are your inhabitants
Wempathy wander
As without a father and without a family.

What is the severity of the test
Blow, loss from losses,
Where will we demolish our suffering
Where I will pay tears now.

And now what is on Valaam,
What is the minister of darkness and evil
He looked shameless eyes
On blue dome;

Who went there without feeling
Your holy grace
Desecrating their hands,
Your shrines are tangled;

Who are obscene speeches
Your sacred altar will fade,
In that majestic temple
Stands with a covered head;

Whose throne is daring
Smoke swirls from cigarettes,
And you are humble and humble
He suffered in silence, like Christ.

And like Christ in the hours of torment,
How he is meek and quiet,
You are meekly