On the Sunday, while still dark, Mary went out,
and saw the tomb, with the tone removed and its door opened.
And she hurried and came to John and Simon
and with sadness announced what she had seen.
“They have carried away my Lord and I do not know where they have placed Him;
He is not in the tomb, and who has stolen Him, I am not aware of.”
The Mighty One rose from the tomb with great power;
and Mary thought that people had stolen Him as though He were weak.
O blessed woman, who is able to steal away Light
or conceal the great Ocean and not be uncovered?
Who was concealing the Sun in his lap and people do not see Him,
or confines all the brilliance in the palm of his hands secretly?
Who was able to carry the Flame in his bosom,
and change it to a place in concealment and is not unmasked?
Nobody has stolen the Mighty One of the ages, do not be afraid.
He broke His bonds and conquered death and rose up from the tomb.
“They have carried away my Lord and I do not know where they have placed Him.”
The disciples heard and hurried to see where they have taken Him.