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CHRIST IS RISEN!
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The night still waited for the gift of grace -
A night of mysteries and earthly woes.
A host of stars sailed through the boundless space,
Filling the quiet with their sparkling glow.
Still silent were the celestial lyres’ strains,
And yet an unseen hand had touched their strings,
And down the starry path into the world of pain
An angel came - tidings of joy to bring
And to erase the brand of evil counsel’s shame.
From the tomb’s entrance he removed the stone.
His countenance shone brightly like the sacred flame.
His eyes were bolts of lightning in a storm.
Then “Christ is risen!” heard the world for the first time,
That sound ineffable of the heavenly choir,
And on the earth the bells of night began to chime.
Since that night “Christ is risen!” sings the world entire…
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- V. Utrenev
Translated by Kosara Gavrilovic |
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CHRIST IS RISEN!
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When of salvation there is seemingly no hope
And you are overpowered by a wicked demon,
Say to yourself these words of joy and cheer:
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Christ is risen!
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Do not say “everything is lost”
And “miracles no longer can be seen” -
The Lord has plucked from death its sting:
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Christ is risen!
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When all around you darkest tempests rage
And rays of hope have disappeared,
Do not despair and bow your head:
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Christ is risen!
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The soul is filled with radiant light,
The heart yearns upward into heaven
When angels joyously proclaim:
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Christ is risen!
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- A. Korovay-Metelitsky.
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| APRIL |
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Christ is risen!
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Under the sun the larks are circling
And singing Christ is risen!
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In the bushes the robins are perching
And warbling Christ is risen!
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At the windows the swallows are flitting
And trilling Christ is risen!
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The merry hearts of youths and maidens
Are singing Christ is risen!
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And in response
From under ground
The dear departed
Without a sound
Proclaim: Yea,
Truly He is risen!
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| Translated by Natalia Sheniloff |
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| PASCHAL NIGHT |
Springtime skies
Are deep and mellow.
Through the fence
Peep blooms of yellow.
As soon as bright stars
Light up the heaven, –
I’m out in the field
With thoughts of the Saviour.
From church to village,
Across the stream,
The bells their message
Afar will ring.
The winged flight
Of angels I’ll hear,
The Risen One’s steps –
He’s near, He’s near…
My orphaned soul
His light will embrace.
I’ll worship, O Lord,
Thy unseen trace.
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- Alexander Roslavlev (1883 – 1920)
Translated by Natalia Sheniloff
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| PASCHAL MORNING |
Christ is risen! With the dawn
The long night’s shadow fades away,
And once again above the earth
A new life’s lit by a new day.
Still darkly stand the forest groves,
Still in their damp and shady depth
The lakes like crystal mirrors lie,
Inhaling night’s refreshing breath.
Still in the valleys’ bluish haze
The fogs are drifting… But behold:
The mountain glaciers glow already
With early dawn’s soft radiant lights!
For now they’re shining in the heights
That are beyond all human reach,
Where earthly voices silence keep
And beauty’s pure and incorrupt.
But with each hour, as dawn draws near,
Descending from the rose-tipped peaks,
They will light up and spread their fire
Into the depth of woods and dells.
And they will dazzle with their beauty,
Proclaiming from the heights the reason –
That now has come the day of promise,
That Christ – our God – is truly risen!
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- Ivan Bunin
Translated by Natalia Sheniloff |
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