Image of Mātyās of Dabra Dəmāḥ

In the name of the Sun, which dwells in heaven, And in the name of the Virgin, heaven which encircles the sun, I praise you, Mātyās, father and my father, That I may proclaim before all your great name. Have mercy on me and hear me; my heart speaks to you.

Salutation to the memory of your name from the heart of the wise, which was hidden. Within the mouth of the children of the planting, the mystery of your seventy after. From the glory of Joshua, Mātyās, you who multiplied glory. That which was opened, the foot of the sun, was bound by your prayer. And the foot of Hankāsān, bound, set in order, having passed.

Salutation to your garment, the covering of the hidden mystery. And to your neck, which became for your head a mind of slate. You who partook, Mātyās, with the one seated at the right hand, Sinodā. Appear with the one of Yonā at the enclosure of Dabra Giyorgis. Small and great, you bless its children.

Salutation to the nails of your feet, the toes, which were adorned with the nails of crowns of light, the second. Son of thunder, Mātyās, beloved of the Lord. For Dəmāḥ, Oʾǝtantǝg, pray for the one hidden in light, blessed one, for you are its book, planted for hearing.

Salutation to the burial of your body by the hands of the good angels, and to your tomb on the mountain which was covered with light. Hidden one of priests, Mātyās, firm of authority. Those who perform your commemoration until the coming of the Saviour shall inherit the world of their hope, the righteous.

Salutation to the translation of your bones, which surpasses the brightness of the dawn, and to your resurrection, which awaits the coming of the bridegroom. Teacher of the world, Mātyās, who abolished the work of the heretics. Bring us to the good, without pain or disease, by the power of the arm of the serpentine Nestorius.

Salutation to the entrance of your eye, the angel of death, where it is not seen. Angel of light, Mātyās of Dabra Dəmāḥ, sun. For the day of your death, Zion, first of the martyrs whom he chose. With his precious blood, he consecrated Jacob the apostle. And Gerima, lord of the heavens.

I offered a salutation of praise to your image in the fourth week. Give me, father Mātyās, hope of resurrection. And through faith they will rise, bearing your blessing in the valley. The assembly of priests who gathered in the Dəmāḥite congregation call you their companion, call you father, call you hegumen, and call you helper.