O holy passion-bearer Tsarevich Alexie! O new Prince Dimitri, like this one, who closes his house! O Gavriil of Bialystok and the rest of the infant, the accuser of the Jews, who worships himself! O thou who followest Artemius to the boy who despises the people! We are known as a militia army, surrounded by rebels, and by you, from the impassable swamp, byst was unselfishly brought out. But these are the ones who are harassed by the priest, who is like Elijah the Tishbite, by the boldness of his words, and who stammers to pray to thee for salvation, glorified by men who are not. Behold now thy kingdom, and thou hast spoken of it: When I am king, there will be no lies around me-today the kingdom of the father of lies appears, for which hitherto thou hast not reigned in the hearts of thy people. For thou thyself, O prince, come and stand here with us, and keep us wise, even if we do not lead: thou art a fair physician, who guides us more than we need to be saved. We are your compassion, we are your meekness, we are your love for your people: help your existing people in their long service, do not allow them to be more lovingly abandoned before the Holy Russia, but yourself weigh, accept boldness for our salvation. Amen.