STICHERA
(From the Burial Office for a Child)
o tis me threnesei teknon mou
Euchologion, p.481
tr., John Brownlie
6.6.6.6.6
I
Who would not weep my child
To see thee still and dead? --
Thou from maternal arms,
Even as a bird hast fled: --
Who would not weep my child?
II
Who would not weep my child
To see thy faded brow,
Once like the lily, fair,
But lost to beauty now? --
Who would not weep my child?
III
Who would not weep my child? --
Like ship on boundless sea,
That leaves no track behind,
Lo, thou art gone from me, --
Who would not weep my child?