Prayers by the Lake of Saint Nikolai of Ohrida and Zica I-Rugaciunea de langa lac a Sfantului Nicolae de la Ohrida I

Who is that staring at me through all the stars in heaven and all the creatures on earth?

Cover your eyes, stars and creatures; do not look upon my nakedness. Shame torments me enough through my own eyes.
What is there for you to see? A tree of life that has been reduced to a thorn on the road, that pricks both itself and others. What else-except a heavenly flame immersed in mud, a flame that neither gives light nor goes out?
Plowmen, it is not your plowing that matters but the Lord who watches.
Singers, it is not your singing that matters but the Lord who listens.
Sleepers, it is not your sleeping that matters but the Lord who wakens.
It is not the pools of water in the rocks around the lake that matter but the lake itself.
What is all human time but a wave that moistens the burning sand on the shore, and then regrets that it left the lake, because it has dried up?
O stars and creatures, do not look at me with your eyes but at the Lord. He alone sees. Look at Him and you will see yourselves in your homeland.
What do you see when you look at me? A picture of your exile? A mirror of your fleeting transitoriness?
O Lord, my beautiful veil, embroidered with golden seraphim, drape over my face like a veil over the face of a widow, and collect my tears, in which the sorrow of all Your creatures seethes.
O Lord, my beauty, come and visit me, lest I be ashamed of my nakedness—lest the many thirsty glances that are falling upon me return


Cine priveste la mine prin toate stelele din rai si toate fapturile de pe pamant?
Acoperiti-va ochii, stele si fapturi.
Nu priviti la goliciunea mea . Rusinea ma patrunde destul prin ochii mei.
Ce este acolo ca sa privesti la el? Un copac al vietii preschimbat intr-un ghimpe pe drum, care inteapa atat pe sine cat si pe altii.
Ce altceva - in afara de o flacara cereasca cufundata in noroi - o flacara care nici nu lumineaza dar nici nu iese in afara?
Voi cei ce arati, nu aratura voastra conteaza, ci Domnul care o priveste
Voi cei ce cantati, nu cantul vostru conteaza, ci Domnul care-l asculta
Voi cei ce dormiti, nu somnul vostru conteaza , ci Domnul care trezeste.
Nu baltoacele din pietrele din jurul lacului conteaza, ci lacul insusi.

Ce este trupul omului daca nu un val care umezeste nisipul fierbite al tarmului, si apoi intristeaza ca a parasit lacul, pentru ca s-a evaporat.
o, stele si fapturi, nu priviti la mine cu ochii vostri, ci la Domnul. Caci El Singurul vede.
Priviti la El si va veti vedea in pamantul in care v-ati nascut.
Ce vedeti cand priviti la mine? O imagine a izgonirii voastre? O oglinda a vremelnicei voastre treceri?

O, Doamne, frumosul meu voal, brodat cu serafimi de aur, a cazut peste fata mea ca pe fata unei vaduve, si aduna lacrimile mele, in care se odihneste amaraciunea tuturor fapturilor Tale.
O, Doamne, frumusetea mea, vino si cerceteaza-ma, ca nu cumva sa ma rusinez de goliciunea mea , ca nu cumva multele insetate licariri ca cad peste mine sa se intoarca.

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Prayers by the Lake of Saint Nikolai Velimirovici of Ohrida and Zica II-Rugaciunea de langa lac a Sfantului Nicolae Velimirovici de la Ohrida II

Who put me in this bed of worms? Who buried me in the dust, to become a neighbor of snakes and a banquet for worms?
Who pushed me off the high mountain, to become a companion of bloodthirsty and godless men?
My sin and Your justice, O Lord. My sin stretches from the creation of the world, and it is swifter than Your justice.
I count my sins throughout my entire life, throughout the life of my father and all the way back to the beginning of the world, and I say: Truly, the name of the Lord's justice is mercy.
I bear the wounds of my fathers on myself-wounds that I myself was preparing while I was still in my fathers—and now they have all appeared on my soul, like a spotted hide on a giraffe, like a cloak of vicious scorpions that sting me.
Have mercy on me, O Lord, open the floodgate of the heavenly river of Your grace, and cleanse me of leprous evil, so that without this leprosy I may dare to proclaim Your name before the other lepers without them ridiculing me.
At least raise me up by a head above the rotten stench of this bed of worms, to inhale the incense of heaven and return to life.
At least raise me up as high as a palm tree so I can laugh at the serpents chasing my heels.
O Lord, if there has been even one good deed in the course of my earthly journey, for the sake of that one deed deliver me from the companionship of bloodthirsty and godless men.
O Lord, my hope in despair.
O Lord, my strength in weakness.
O Lord, my light in darkness.


Cine m-a pus in acest pat de viermi?
Cine m-a ingropat in praf, spre a fi vecin serpilor si petrecere viermilor?
Cine m-a aruncat de pe inaltimea muntelui, spre a fi tovaras oamenilor fara de Dumnezeu si insetati de sange?

Pacatul meu si Dreptatea Ta, O Doamne.Pacatul meu se intinde de la facerea lumii si-i mai iute ca dreptatea Ta.
Imi numar pacatele savarsite de-a lungul intregii mele vieti,de-a lungul vietii tatalui meu si pana la inceputul lumii, si spun:Cu adevarat Numele Dreptatii lui Dumnezeu este Mila!
Port ranile stramosilor in mine- rani pe care le pregateam fiind in stramosii mei- si acum, toti sunt in sufletul meu, ca o pata ascunsa pe o girafa, ca o masca a raului scorpion ce ma inteapa.

Fie-ti mila de mine Doamne, deschide riul pururea curgator al milei Tale, si ma curateste de spurcatul rau, asa incat, fara aceasta necuratie, sa indraznesc a chema(marturisi) numele Tau inaintea necuratilor, fara ca ei sa ma batjocoreasca.

Macar inalta capul meu deasupra acestei duhori a putrejiciunii acestui pat de viermi, ca sa respir aroma raiului si sa inviez.
Macar inalta-ma ca pe un palmier, ca sa pot rade de serpii ce alearga dupa calcaiele mele.
O, Doamne , daca ar fi fost macar un singur lucru bun facut de-a lungul calatorie mele pamantesti , de dragul acestui singur lucru izbaveste-ma de tovarasia oamenilor fara de Dumnezeu si insetati de sange.

O, Doamne nadejdea mea in deznadejde
O, Doamne puterea mea in slabiciune
O, Doamne lumina mea in intunerec


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Prayers by the Lake of Saint Nikolai of Ohrida and Zica III-Rugaciunea de langa lac a Sfantului Nicolae de la Ohrida III

Are there days gone by, O man, to which you would wish to return? They all attracted you like silk, and now remain behind you like a cobweb. Like honey they greeted you, like stench you bade them farewell. All were totally filled with illusion and sin.
See how all the pools of water in the moonlight resemble mirrors; and how all the days that were lit up with your levity resemble mirrors. But as you stepped from one day to the next, the false mirrors cracked like thin ice, and you waded through the water and mud.
Can a day that has a morning and an evening as doorways be a day?
O luminous Lord, my soul is burdened with illusions and longs for one day—for the day without doorways,
the day from which my soul has departed and sunk into the shifting shadows—for Your day, which I used to call my day, when I was one with You.
Is there any happiness gone by, O man, to which you would wish to return?
Of two morsels of the same sweetness the second is the more trite.
You would turn your head away in boredom from yesterday's happiness, if it were set out on today's table.
Moments of happiness are given to you only in order to leave you longing for the happiness in the bosom of the everhappy Lord;
and ages of unhappiness are given to you, to waken you out of the drowsy dream of illusions.
O Lord, Lord, my only happiness,
will You provide shelter for Your injured pilgrim?
O Lord, my ageless youth, my eyes shall bathe in You
and shine more radiantly than the sun.
You carefully collect the tears of the righteous,
and with them You rejuvenate worlds.



Au trecut de acum zilele, O omule,pe care le-ai vrea sa se intoarca!
Te-au atras ca matasea si acum raman in urma ca panza de paianjen. Ca mierea te-au intampinat si ca o duhoare ti s-au oferit la despartire. Toate au fost umplute cu iluzie si pacat!

Vezi cum toate baltile in lumina lunii seamana cu oglinzile; si cum toate zilele ce, cu usurinta stralucesc, seamana cu oglinzile.Dar de indata ce pasesti de la o zi spre cealalta, falsele oglinzi se sparg ca gheata subtire si tu iti croiesti drum prin apa si prin noroi.

Poate o zi ce are dimineata si apus ca iesiri sa fie o zi?
O Prealuminate Doamne, sufletul meu este impovarat de iluzii si tanjeste dupa o zi - dupa ziua fara iesiri, ziua din care sufletul meu s-a instrainat si s-a afundat in umbrele nestatornice - dupa Ziua Ta , pe care obisnuiam s-o numesc ziua mea atunci cand eram cu Tine!

Este vreo fericire trecuta, O omule , la care ai vrea sa te intorci?
Din doua parti ale aceleasi dulceti ,ultima este cea mai putin dulce.
Iti vei cobori capul in plictiseala de la fericirea de ieri, daca nu ti-ar fi fost gatita pe masa de azi!

Clipele de fericire iti sunt date doar pentru a te face sa tanjesti dupa fericirea din sanul Domnului Pururea Fericit.Si anii de nefericire sunt dati tie, ca sa te scoale din adormitorul vis al iluziilor.

O Doamne, Doamne, singura mea fericire, vei fi Tu adapost pentru ranitul tau pelerin?
O Doamne , tineretea mea nesfarsita, ochii mei se vor scalda in Tine si vor straluci mai luminos decat soarele!
Cu grija aduni lacrimile dreptilor si cu ele reintineresti lumile!

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Dreapta si reaua Marturisire a pacatelor la Taina Spovedanie

Aceste fresce se afla pictate pe peretele exterior al Manastirii Sfantul Ioan de Rila din Bulgaria.
In prima puteti vedea cum ingerul pazitor aduce, celui care vine la Scaunul Spovedaniei si cu credinta, cu nadejde si pocainta isi marturiseste TOATE pacatele,cununa sfinteniei, iar in cea de-a doua vedem bucuria diavolilor in fata celor ce nu-si marturisesc in totalitate si cu pocainta pacatele si intristarea ingerului pazitor care plange pentru sufletul celui ce sta sa fie dat in mana celui potrivnic.De asemenea vedeti pacatele sub forma serpilor ce, pe masura sunt marturisiti, ies din fiinta celui care se spovedeste.

Cruci ce nu vor sa cada

Bucurati-va ca sunteti ortodocsi!Vin vremuri, si le traim deja,cand doar pentru asta si veti fi osanditi si dati la moarte.Bucurati-va zic si iarasi bucurati-va, ca pentru statornicia voastra, Dumnezeu o sa va invredniceasca de Slava Sa.