Oh gardener! How beautiful is your garden: In it there is a tomb and the bride-chamber inside it. The Guarder are sitting at the tomb: And cherubim around the chamber “How nice of you Mary calling: me gardener Mary came to the tomb in a sorrow: And saw the stone rolled away from the tomb “Where is He that glorious light? Where is He that the splendor of our humanity? “Who took that light? Where they hid it?” Mary wept she said “they took away (stole) my son” Joseph said “relax Mary no one took him away” “That fire who can approach it!? That sea who can split it?!” “Who is that will be fallen in such flame would not burn Mary cried out and cursed Jews: She interpreted them in a Hebrew tongue “The law court you had judged my lord, will not Be a judge to condemn! “No one will sit on that chair judge: From Jewish people” The angels were glorifying from the highest halleluiah: They stood at the tomb by white garments For the reverence of that mighty who is lying For the shame of Satan who has fallen For his fall and shame and lowliness of his pride Mary, Mary heard from a spiritual (angel voice) “why are you weeping? And whom are you seeking? Are you asking for Jesus who was crucified? He is not here! He is resin in the glory See the place where he was laid: He is the light of the glory. Glory to his name at all ages and times Thanksgiving to the Father who sent him for our salvation And praise hallelujah for the Holy Spirit: one unseen nature incomprehensible His mercies will be upon us: for ever and ever Amen
