In giving birth thou didst preserve thy virginity;/ in falling asleep thou didst not forsake the world, O Theotokos./ Thou wast translated to life, O Mother of Life,/ and by your prayers you deliver our souls from death.
By thine icon of Prusa thou art protectress of the land of Greece/ and a worker of wondrous signs, O Immaculate Virgin Mary./ For thou dost grant sight to the blind, thou dost cast out demons and strengthen paralytics, O good one./ And thou dost save from dangers all who hasten to thee./ Glory to thy seedless childbirth; glory to Him Who has made thee wonderful;/ glory to Him Who works such wonders through thee.
Thou hast raised up a victorious trophy over error, O Agathonicus/ and wast found worthy of incorruptible riches./ Thou didst emulate the death of the Master/ and become a partaker of immortal life./ O glorious Martyr, entreat Christ our God to grant us His great mercy.
Neither the tomb nor death could hold the Theotokos,/ who is sleepless in her intercessions and an unchanging hope in her mediations./ For as the Mother of Life she was transferred to life/ by Him Who dwelt in her ever-virgin womb.
We lovingly celebrate the joyful feast of thine icon,/ O Virgin Mother of God,/ for we have thee as our protection/ and have found thee to be our helper in all our distress./ Wherefore with faith we praise thy glorious deeds, O Mother of the God of all.
O glorious Agathonicos, thou namesake of goodness,/ thou art a godly martyr/ who didst turn from the shrines of evil men,/ not fearing their tortures./ Wherefore thou didst inherit blessings and worthily receive the crown of incorruption/ with thy fellow martyrs.