Hymn to St. Apolenaris at Lauds (42)
1.
While the sphere of heaven is turned,
The splendid day arises,
Which the apostolic martyr
Imbues with the light of his death.
2.
How gloriously he dies,
Who by dying rises!
Then truly he finds life,
When he perishes with the death of the flesh.
3.
Having pulled off a robe from the body
He is clothed in the robe of glory
He goes out from the prison of the flesh,
He climbs to the palace of heaven.
4.
Rejoice now, O Chief city,
Ravenna truly noble;
That which Rome (has) in a sceptre-bearing man (the pope),
You have in this disciple.
5.
We ask you, most high protector,
With the voices of our hearts and our mouths,
So that you may recommend us with your suppliant prayer
To the judge who is about to come.
6.
Let there be glory to the unbegotten
Father and to the only begotten (son),
And at the same time to the holy spirit,
To God indivisible.
Amen.