From earth a heavenly song is sung:/ in heaven the Angels celebrate an earthly festival./ From on high they chant the praise of thy contests:/ from below the Church proclaims thy heavenly glory/ which flows from thy struggles, O Phanurios .
Thy mind was illumined with the light of divine works/ and thou wast an unfading lamp of discernment;/ for thou didst dispel the darkness of passions and illuminate our minds./ O righteous Pimen,/ pray to Christ our God to grant us His great mercy.
Thou didst save the priests from ungodly captivity/ and by divine power break their bonds./ Thou didst bravely shame the boldness of tyrants/ and gladden the hosts of Angels./ Wherefore we honour thee, O glorious Martyr Phanurios.
The memory of thine illustrious contests/ delights the souls of the godly today,/ O divinely wise Pimen, our holy Father.