A Hymn to St. Apolinaris at Vespers (40)1
1.
Apollinaris, robed consul of the eternal kingdom,
We ask with devoted mind, work
To open up the meeting house
Of heaven to the common
People.
2.
May the pius doorkeeper of highest heaven
Grant this to the servants of such a nursling,
Who rejoice to sound your praises with
Sweet hymns.
3.
Ravenna having been overhwhelmed
By deepest shadows because of being amazed
By empty sacred rites of demons, come bright morning star
From the shores going into the dawn.
4.
The boy cut of deprivation, Irenaeus,
Demonstrates you redden (shine) a star, who spreads out light
To the heart of the father and to the faces
Of his children.
5.
No art of medicine of can (heal) ill Tecla,
No number of profane gods can.
You make her heart lift even her happy face
Up to heaven.
6.
The happy mouth of the citizen of Classe
Having been opened by the strength of your holy tongue;
The restored words proclaim the eternal
word of the father.
7.
A girl destroyed by two fold death you bring back
Both to both lives by compassion; then immediately
Breath fills the flesh, then God immediately
Fills the mind.
8.
We render glory to that father,
Who distributes such great things to his worthy servants;
Let there be honor to the son and to the holy spirit
Always and forever.
Amen.