'Idou o Numphios erchetai en ta meso tes nuktos Troparia

Behold the Bridegroom cometh

At the hour of midnight drear,

And blest be he who watcheth

When his Master shall appear,

But woe betide the careless one

Asleep when He is near!

O soul of mine, bestir thee

Lest thou sink in slumber quite,

And the Bridegroom find thee sleeping

When He cometh in His might.

Awake, awake to praises,

For He cometh in the night.

That fearful day approacheth,

Then live, O soul, aright,

And watch the hour, and trim thy lamp,

And keep it burning bright,

Lest the voice be heard, "He cometh!"

In the middle of the night.

Beware when slumber binds thee

Lest the Bridegroom pass thee by,

And thou knock without in darkness,

And for grief and anguish cry;

Take thy lamp, with oil, and trim it,

For the hour is drawing nigh.