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.
Thou wast armed with the invincible power of God the Word,/ O prizewinning Martyr Lupos./ Thou didst war against the prince of evil and shine resplendently in contest,/ and receive the prize of victory./ Pray for us fervently that we may be granted the forgiveness of our sins.
O great traveler Eogan who didst traverse Christian Europe in thy zeal for Christ,/ trained by St. Ninian thou wast a wise teacher of the Faith./ Glory to God Who has glorified thee.
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.
In thy contest thou didst vanquish the enemy array/ as the Lord's steadfast warrior, O Lupos./ For strengthened by divine love thou didst prevail with great struggles/ surpassing the strength of man./ Thou art interceding with Christ our God for us all.