Хор братии Валаамского монастыря - О, дивный остров Валаам
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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 legend
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.

***
under the canopy of the Creator's mercy
*** He and glory
*** Forever endless