In giving birth thou didst preserve thy virginity;/ in falling asleep thou didst not forsake the world, O Theotokos./ Thou wast translated to life, O Mother of Life,/ and by your prayers you deliver our souls from death.
You were practiced in the ways of godliness/ and gladly ran your course of martyrdom,/ and as illustrious kinsmen you were glorified by Christ./ O Floros and Lauros,/ we praise you as noble athletes,/ and we cry to you: O Saints,/ deliver us from all necessities.
O Daga, thou Hierarch beloved by thy flock,/ thou didst raise St. Cairlon of Cashel to life,/ and thy piety enlightened Ireland./ Pray to Christ our God for us all.
Neither the tomb nor death could hold the Theotokos,/ who is sleepless in her intercessions and an unchanging hope in her mediations./ For as the Mother of Life she was transferred to life/ by Him Who dwelt in her ever-virgin womb.
Today the universe honours glorious Floros and Lauros as wise, godly martyrs and champions of Christ.; By their prayers may we receive grace and mercy / and be delivered from evil and temptations,/ and from wrath and affliction on the Judgment Day.