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St. Ephrem The Syr­i­an, Hymns on Paradise”

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The fol­low­ing are the stan­zas from the trans­lat­ed work of Hyms on Par­adise” by St. Ephrem the Syr­i­an.1 We have retained the page num­bers and the stro­phy para­graphs when­ev­er pos­si­ble. The back­ground sto­ry behind these stan­zas is explained in our fea­ture arti­cle Vir­gins Of Par­adise” In Chris­tian­i­ty.

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Stro­phy 7.1

In times of temptation
con­sole your­selves with God’s promises,
for there is no deceit
in the word of Him who repays all,
and His trea­sure house is not so paltry
that we should doubt His promise ;
He has sur­ren­dered His own Son for us
so that we might believe in Him ;
His Body is with us, His assur­ance is with us,
He came and gave us His keys,
since it is for us that His trea­sures lie waiting.

Res :
Blessed is He who, with His keys,
has opened up the Gar­den of Life

Stro­phy 7.2

In the evening the world sleeps,
clos­ing its eyes,
while in the morn­ing it arises.
He who repays is distant
as it were but a night’s length away ;
now light dawns and He is coming.
Weary not, my brethren,
nor suppose
that your strug­gle will last long,
or that your res­ur­rec­tion is far off,
for our death is already behind us,
and our res­ur­rec­tion before us

Stro­phy 7.3

Bear up, O life of mourning,
so that you may attain to Paradise ;
its dew will wash off your squalor,
while what it exudes will ren­der you fragrant ;
its sup­port will afford rest after your toil,
its crown will give you comfort,


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it will prof­fer you fruits
in your hunger,
fruits that puri­fy those who par­take of them ;
in your thirst
it will pro­vide for you a celes­tial draught,
one that makes wise those who drink of it

Stro­phy 7.4

Blessed is the poor man
who gazes on that place ;
rich­es are poured in profusion
out­side and around it ;
chal­cedony and oth­er gems
lie there cast out
to pre­vent their defiling
the glo­ri­ous earth of Paradise ;
should some­one place there
pre­cious stones or beryls,
these would appear ugly and dull
com­pared with that daz­zling land

Stro­phy 7.5

Both men and women
are clothed in rai­ment of light ;
the gar­ments pro­vid­ed to cov­er their nakedness
are swal­lowed up in glory ;
all the limbs’ vile emotions
are silenced,
the foun­tains of lust
are stopped up,
anger is removed
and the soul purified
and, like wheat, it flour­ish­es in Eden,
unchoked by thorns

Stro­phy 7.6

There vir­gin­i­ty dances
because the serpent,


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who secret­ly poured ven­om into her ears,
is now destroyed ;
the fig rush­es up to her
and full of joy exclaims :
Put away your ignorant
childhood–
the day when you became naked
and hid in my bosom.
Praise to Him who has clothed
your naked­ness with the robe!”

Stro­phy 7.7

There youth exults
because of what it has achieved ;
in Par­adise it beholds
and cast away the lust
that flared up among the senseless ;
it sees too the child who over­came the asp
in its hole.
Sam­son over­came a lion,
but a viper conquered
and smote him, caus­ing him straight­way to lose
his Nazirite locks.

Stro­phy 7.8

There the mar­ried state
finds rest after hav­ing been anguished
by the pangs of giv­ing birth, brought on by the curse,
and by the pain of childbearing ;
now it sees the children
whom it had buried amid laments,
pas­tur­ing like lambs
in Eden ;


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exalt­ed in their ranks,
glo­ri­ous in their splendors,
they are like kindred
of the spot­less angels.

Stro­phy 7.9

Thanks be to the Mer­ci­ful One
who plucked them while still young–
the chil­dren who are
the late fruits
to become in Paradise
the first fruits of all.
A nov­el sight may be seen there :
these fruits” pluck
the fruit­ing produce,
the firstlings pluck the firstfruits.
In their puri­ty both plucked
and pluck­er are alike.

Stro­phy 7.10

Bind up your thoughts, Old Age,
in Paradise
whose fra­grance makes you young ;
its waft­ing scent reju­ve­nates you,
and your stains are swal­lowed up
in the beau­ty with which it clothes you.
In Moses He depict­ed for you
a parable :
his cheeks, ashen with age,
became shin­ing and fair,
a sym­bol of old age
that in.

Stro­phy 7.11

No blem­ish is in them,
for they are with­out wickedness ;


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no anger is in them,
for they have no fiery temper ;
no mock­ing scorn is in them,
for they are with­out guile.
They do not race to do harm–
and so them­selves be harmed ;
they show no hatred there,
for there they are with­out envy ;
they pro­nounce no judg­ment there,
for there no oppres­sion exists.

Stro­phy 7.12

Peo­ple behold themselves
in glory
and won­der at themselves,
dis­cov­er­ing where they are.
The nature of their bodies,
once trou­bled and troublesome,
is now tran­quil and quiet,
resplendent
from with­out in beauty,
and from with­in with purity,
the body in evi­dent ways,
the soul in hid­den ways.

Stro­phy 7.13

In Par­adise the cripples,
who had nev­er walked, leap around ;
the deformed, who had nev­er even crawled,
fly about through the air ;
the eyes of the blind and deaf,
who had yearned from the womb,
hun­ger­ing for the light
which they had failed to see,
now rejoice to behold
the beau­ty of Paradise,
and the mighty sound of its harps
gives com­fort to their ears.


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Stro­phy 7.14

At him who has uttered
no curse or abuse
does Par­adis­e’s blessing
rejoice all the more ;
upon him whose eyes’ glance
remained always chaste
does Par­adis­e’s beauty
gaze the more ;
in the limbs of him
who quelled the ven­om of his thoughts
do its springs of sweetness
well up

Stro­phy 7.15

The vir­gin who rejected
the mar­riage crown that fades
now has the radi­ant mar­riage chamber
that cher­ish­es the chil­dren of light,
shin­ing out because she rejected
the works of darkness-
To her who was alone
in a lone­ly house
the wed­ding feast now grants tranquility :
here angels rejoice,
prophets delight,
and apos­tles add splendor

Stro­phy 7.16

Fasters, who have cho­sen Daniel’s
mea­ger diet of vegetables
–and before Daniel kings with their crowns
bowed down and did reverence
fasters like these do the trees,
not kings, extol,
bow­ing down in all their beauty
and invit­ing them


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to turn aside to the place where they grow,
and take up their abode amid their boughs,
bathe in their dew
and rejoice in their fruits.

Stro­phy 7.17

Who­ev­er has washed the feet of the saints
will him­self be cleansed in that dew ;
to the hand that has stretched out
to give to the poor
will the fruits of the trees
them­selves stretch out ;
the very foot­steps of him
who vis­it­ed the sick in their affliction
do the flow­ers make haste
to crown with blooms,
jostling to see
which can be first to kiss his steps.

Stro­phy 7.18

The man who abstained,
with under­stand­ing, from wine,
will the vines of Paradise
rush out to meet, all the more joyfully,
as each one stretch­es out and prof­fers him
its clusters ;
or if any has lived
a life of virginity,
him too they wel­come into their bosom,
for the soli­tary such as he
has nev­er lain in any bosom
nor upon any mar­riage bed.

Stro­phy 7.19

Those who have been crowned for our Lord’s sake
with the mar­tyr’s death by the sword
shine out in glo­ry there
with their crowns


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because their bod­ies despised
the per­se­cu­tors’ fire.
Like stars do they blossom
in Paradise,
those sev­en sons of light
with their radi­ant mother,
who, in their deaths,
spurned the wrath of the impi­ous king.

Stro­phy 7.20

The hap­pi­ness of this place
gives joy to the women who labored
in the ser­vice of the saints :
there they see that widow
who took in Elias
savor Eden’s delights ;
instead of those two fountains
–the jar and the cruse–
which gave her her livelihood,
now the boughs of the trees
pro­vide this in Eden
for all women who have giv­en liveli­hood to the poor.

Stro­phy 7.21

Noth­ing there in Paradise
is useless :
both grass and roots
bring ben­e­fit and profit ;
who­ev­er tastes them is rejuvenated,
who­ev­er breathes in their scent grows fair ;
in the bosom of its blos­soms and flowers
is hidden


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a ver­i­ta­ble treasure,
a gift for those who pluck it ;
the fruits of Par­adise bear rich wealth
for those who gath­er them.

Stro­phy 7.22

None toil there,
for none go hun­gry there ;
none endure shame there,
for none do wrong there ;
none feel con­tri­tion there,
for there is no cause to repent there.
Those who run the course
find rest and quiet.
None grow old there,
for none die there ;
none are buried there,
for none are born there.

Stro­phy 7.23

They know no worry,
for they have no suffering ;
they have no fear,
for no snare awaits them ;
they have no adversary,
for they have passed through the contest.
They count themselves
blessed
unendingly,
for their war­fare is over ;
they have tak­en up their crowns
and found rest in their new abode.

Stro­phy 7.24

I saw that place, my brethren,
and I sat down and wept,
for myself and for those like me,
at how my days have reached their fill,


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dis­si­pat­ed one by one, fad­ed out,
stolen away with­out my noticing ;
remorse seizes hold of me
because I have lost
crown, name and glory,
robe and bridal cham­ber of light.
How blessed is the person
who of that heav­en­ly table is held worthy !

Stro­phy 7.25

May all the chil­dren of light
make sup­pli­ca­tion for me there,
that our Lord may grant them
the gift of a sin­gle soul.
Thus would I have renewed occasion
to praise Him
whose hand is, to be sure,
stretched out in readiness.
May He who gives
both in jus­tice and in grace
give to me, in His mercy,
of the trea­sure store of His mercies.

Stro­phy 7.26

And if none who is defiled
can enter that place,
then allow me to live by its enclosure,
resid­ing in its shade.
Since Par­adise resembles
that table,
let me, through Your grace,
eat of the crumbs” of its fruit
which fall outside,
so that I too may join
those dogs who had their fill
from the crumbs of their mas­ters’ tables.


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Stro­phy 7.27

And may I learn how much I will then have received
from that para­ble of the Rich Man
who did not even give to the poor man
the left­overs from his banquet ;
and may I see Lazarus,
graz­ing in Paradise,
and look upon the Rich Man,
in anguish,
so that the might of jus­tice outside
may cause me fear,
but the breath of grace within
may bring me comfort.

Stro­phy 7.28

Allow me to dwell by the enclosure
of that Gar­den, so that I may be
a neigh­bor to those within,
envied by those outside.
Yet who is able to look, at the same time,
on delight and torment,
to behold both Gehenna
and the Garden ?
May the crown of those within
rebuke me for all my sins ;
may the pun­ish­ment of those without
teach me how great is Your mer­cy toward me.

Stro­phy 7.29

Who can endure
to look on both sides,
whose ears can stand
the ter­ri­ble cries of the wicked,
who pro­claim, in Gehenna,
that the Just One is righteous,
while the good utter praise
in the Garden ?


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Stro­phy 7.19

The two sides gaze on each other
in amazement,
the works of each side, revealed,
serve to admon­ish the other.

7.30

May my sins not be revealed
to my brethren on that day,
–yet by this we show
how con­temptible we are, Lord ;
if our sins are revealed to You,
from whom can we hide them ?
I have made shame
an idol for myself ;
grant me, Lord, to fear You,
for You are mighty.
May I feel shame and self-reproach
before You, for You are gentle.

Stro­phy 7.31

A man’s neigh­bor has become his god :
every moment he seeks to please him ;
if he does wrong, he feels shame before him,
if he does him an injury, he is afraid ;
or if he does him some good,
then he has spoiled that good by his thirst for praise.
Such a man has become an abject slave
in all these ways.
The Good One gave us freedom,
but we have reduced this to slavery.
May we exchange, for Your lordship,
this over­lord we have made for ourselves !Endmark

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  1. St Ephrem the Syr­i­an, Hymns on Par­adise, trans. Sebas­t­ian Brock (Crest­wood NY : St Vladimir’s Sem­i­nary Press, 1990).[]

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