I Am Filled with Longing for Thee,
My Master, in My Search for Thee, the True One
before his tonsure into monasticism as monk sava
Yes; and I, my Holy Master, beg only for Thy mercy, to live here in Thy house all the days of my life, beholding Thine insatiable beauty, and attending the church of Thy Most Pure Mother.
Because it was to Thee that my heart spoke: I shall search for the Lord, I Thy lamb gone astray. And now I am filled with longing for Thee, searching for Thee, my true Shepherd. Accept me by Thine unspeakable mercy and lead me into Thy pasture, and count me as one of the sheep of Thy chosen flock, and along with them nourish me with Thy divine Mysteries. And count me among the ranks of these holy monks who serve Thee that I may not, by being detained too long to enter, be devoured by the evil beast, that ancient enemy, and remain outside Thy festive court.
And so, in Thy name, O Lord, and by the prayers of Thy Most Pure Mother, I bend my neck under Thy holy yoke. According to the words of Thy Gospel, I place Thy yoke upon my shoulders—alleviate my weight and strengthen all my limbs with faith and with Thy love. In righteousness and justice make me worthy to glorify Thee, to sing and to bow to Thy holy and most magnificent Name all the days of my life, to the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit, now and ever and to the ages.
Translated by Nun Mihaila (Vavic)