Gregory of Narek, the translation of Nahum Grebneva. Not approach the Lord, my hour of death,
And my last breath Do not hurry,
To me without purification and protection
Do not stepped in the way distant, waiting for us.
I live in hope, like every mortal,
Do not let me drink the bile when vozzhazhdu,
Let it not come my hour of death in his sleep,
As enemy invasion to me.
Let the fever does not cover sudden
My roots are not toucheth accident
Let the madness il other ailment
My soul does not possess the secret.
Let me atone for the sin of worldly life,
Yes, I shall not die, dozing in the night
Let me not bring peace of death,
Let me slumber of death is predicting.
And let him sleep during the last gasp
Forever will not interrupt my breath,
Let not find the death of me by surprise
Without the memory and words of repentance!
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