1. At the end of the thirteenth century
Among the Chernigov plains
There was a little church
Where mother and son went.
Father, even though he was not old,
Already left the mortal world,
But then mother died
And without it, the light is not nice.
2. Only in the church, in front of the icon,
The son could console himself in full:
Was from mother deceased
Blessing she.
Face of the Virgin Mary
Was again illuminated by a lamp
Now he himself prayed before Her,
Mother's Prayer Raised
3. But years passed, and the world changed,
And he forgot about his mother,
But still, wherever he went,
He went into this church.
And once, having conceived evil,
Seduced by sinful thought,
Before the holy icon
He habitually began to pray:
4. - Oh, blessed Mary! -
He exclaimed, “The Lord is with you!” -
Suddenly, as if a flash lit up
Face of the Virgin Mary,
She looked right in the heart
And he no longer remembered the words,
And from the open wounds of the Baby
Living blood has built up.
5. - Oh, Madam, who did this? -
He could not recognize his voice.
The Virgin answered from the icon:
“You crucified Him with sins!”
And the sinner cried out from grief,
And tears surged from my eyes
And his life is like total hell,
He opened at the same hour.
6. And begging for forgiveness,
He suddenly remembered his own mother,
And at the same moment
Grace touched him.
And it is joy to the Mother of God -
To pardon people with love:
She is an Unexpected Joy
For those who die from passions.