Hymns Of The Holy Eastern Church

Or the Sunday upon which cheese is eaten immediately preceding the Monday before Lent

Ode I

deuro psuche mou athlia
Triodion, p.63

tr., John Brownlie

8.8.8.8

I

Mourn, O my soul, thy primal sin,

As memory brings the past to mind,

When, robbed of innocence, the joys

Of Paradise were left behind.

II

For of Thy lovingkindness great,

Thou, who didst earth and all things frame,

Mad'st from the clay Thy creature man,

With angels to adore Thy name.

III

And through the riches of Thy grace,

O Lord and Maker, Thou didst plant

Fair paradise where I might share

Its richest fruits nor suffer want.

IV

Ah! woe is me, my wretched soul,

God gave its fadeless fruits to thee;

Why didst thou then His law transgress,

And eat from that forbidden tree?