Sinful soul, lost in depression,
You forgot your happiness and bliss,
How to think about your fellow, breathe
the pure and quiet perfection.
Know, understand the role of Christ,
Joy of His meek sacrifice, humility!
Let Him lead you randomly by chance,
you'll avoid destruction and humidity!
There is Father in the splendor of clothes
Feast is ready - to treat the elite.
So do not disgrace the holy hopes
And come, since we are welcomed by Him!
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