With the streams of thy tears thou didst quench the flame of temptation./ Having checked the waves of the sea and the wild beasts' attacks thou didst cry out, O blessed one:/ Most glorious art Thou, O Almighty God, Who hast saved me from fire and tempest.
Pomp and splendour held no attraction for thee, O Father Modomnock./ By leaving the glitter of the world, thou didst freely embrace thy podvig with the Waterman,/ praying for the salvation of all faithful souls.
We sing praises to ever-venerable Martinian,/ tried and holy ascetic,/ a resolute athlete and inhabitant of the desert./ He has trampled upon the serpent.
Retiring from the company of men,/ thou didst serve God in solitude, O Father Modomnock,/ and thy Father, seeing thy virtue in secret,/ rewarded thee openly./ Therefore we glorify thy name/ and praise and bless thy righteous memory.