At your deathless Falling Asleep, O Theotokos, Mother of Life, clouds caught the Apostles up into the air, and though they were dispersed throughout the world, they were brought into a single choir beside your most pure body. As they reverently buried you, they cried out, singing Gabriel’s words: “Rejoice, O full of grace, Virgin Mother without bridegroom, the Lord is with you.” With them implore Him, as your Son and our God, that our souls may be saved.
When the Translation of your immaculate body was being prepared, the Apostles surrounded your deathbed and looked on you with trembling. They gazed at your body and were seized with awe, while Peter cried out to you with tears, “O Virgin, I see you, who are the life of all, lying here out-stretched, and I am struck with wonder; for the Delight of the life to come made His dwelling in you. But fervently implore your Son and God, O immaculate Lady, that your people may be kept safe from harm.
At your departing, O Virgin Theotokos, to Him who was ineffably born of you, James, the first bishop and brother of the Lord was there, and so was Peter, the most honored pinnacle of the theologians, and the whole sacred choir of the Apostles. …And they rejoiced, O all-praised Virgin, as they buried your body, the source of Life, which had received God. On high the all holy and most venerable angelic Powers in amazement at the wonder, bowed and said to one another, “Lift up your gates, and receive her who bore the Creator of heaven and earth!” So we too celebrate your memory and cry out to you, all praised Lady: Raise up the horn of Christians, and save our souls!
The Angels, as they looked upon the Dormition of the Virgin, were struck with wonder, seeing how the Virgin went up from earth to heaven. The limits of nature are overcome in you, O Pure Virgin; for birthgiving remains virginal, and life is united to death, a virgin after child bearing and alive after death, you ever save your inheritance, O Theotokos.
The women high in honour, along with the Apostles, are crying out and weeping.
Down into the earth thou, the Lord’s unplanted land, doth today descend. Out of thee hath sprung forth the Grain of Life, and unto the Land of Heaven thou dost now arise. O Mother of the Light! Today the natural sun, which once beheld the setting of the Sun of Righteousness, beholds Thee, O Virgin, as the setting of the moon.
All the Angelic Hosts stood and marvelled when they beheld Christ God, the Unapproachable, approaching as a Son to give honour to His Mother. Angels shook with fear to behold their God again descending; with His Mother’s soul carried in His hands, He arose again in glory most divine.This theme also appears in the Kontakion of the Dormition:
Neither the grave nor death could contain the Theotokos, the unshakable hope, ever vigilant in intercession and protection. As Mother of Life, He who dwelt in the ever-virginal womb transposed her to life.
Standing face-to-face in the place where the Seraphim cover their faces, thou beholdest the Trinity that is God one in essence, which nothing can divide