Grace or a blessing
Bestow upon your servants -
Help us, Lord, to be fully cleansed with ablution
While plunging into the holiest of holiness!

All vices, sins and grief,
Indifference, agreements and arguments -
The steam that is only increasing
Is bursting like bullets from pores.

All that torments you - let it be vaporized
And all rise to heaven,
Cleansed, you will fall down -
And steam with sins will be judged.

Do not rush too quickly to the shower,
Do not confuse cleansing with washing,
You need to thrash your soul with switches,
And steam the stench from it.

Healing from sores and deformity -
This shower is from life-giving water,
This is like the return of the first born,
Or rather - the draining of a swamp.

Here there are no naked, don’t be ashamed
Of crooked legs and hands.
Here it is like the Garden of Paradise,
Admission for all who are stripped naked.

And in the dressing room, throwing off things,
Forget all of your clothing -
Lash yourself with birch switches equally
Do not be proud and stick out your chest!

All are equal in unified wealth,
All may easily endure the heat,
Here, the freedom and equality of brotherhood
You will feel in hellish steam.

Lead generations into the steam room
And convince them to be baptized,
Pour on us your holy water -
And free us from barbarianism!

Grace or a blessing
Bestow upon your servants -
Help us, Lord, to be fully cleansed with ablution
While plunging into the holiest of holiness!