Image of Takla Ḥawārǝyāt of Dabra Ṣəmmonā

In the name of God the Father, let us arise, and the Son who sent for us. And in the name of God the Son, let us begin, who was incarnated for our sake. And in the name of God the Holy Spirit, let us write, that he may fulfill our joy. Praise in the heavens to him who created the righteous, and peace on earth to him who redeemed us. Peace to your conception, which caused the Lord to tremble, and peace to your birth, by which the Creator loved. Takla Ḥawārǝyāt, blessed one, for the sake of mercy, amen, O apostle. Intercede before your God, that he may blot out our sins, for besides him there is no merciful one. Peace to the memory of your name, like the sweet name of myrrh, like milk from the breast, and like a blooming flower. Takla Ḥawārǝyāt, mighty one, your exalted God is glorious. Protect your children from the attack of the evil beast, like a thorn hedge, us, with your bitter staff. Peace to your neck, the softness of God's image, for it bore the glory of the angels' form. And he himself received from the hand of Father Yoḥannǝs likewise. Takla Ḥawārǝyāt, your grace, which is full of majesty, ever shield me from the evil of Māsṭēmā.

Salutation to your heart, treasury of compassion and heart, and treasury of mercy and humility. Takla Ḥawārǝyāt, strong one, your abode is Ṣəmmonā. Your prayer is a flame of fire for our enemy, a covering; from within Gehenna it drives out, and in Sheol, a path. Salutation I say to the purity of your body, the ancient one, while in his life he blessed, and after he rested again, and they placed him in honor, the chosen ones, within the sanctuary and the wall. And may the light of your grace shine upon us, the needy one. Takla Ḥawārǝyāt, open the darkness of the hunter. I offer a hundred salutations to all your forms. Not from your struggles, nor from the word of your abundant asceticism, but only in small measure and in brief writing. Takla Ḥawārǝyāt, have mercy on me for the sake of my whole heart, for my mind and my heart have trusted in you. A hundred salutations a second time to your pure form. In measure we offer to it with the hand of the tongue while we say: Takla Ḥawārǝyāt, chosen one and preacher of the Gospel, and your sojourns blessed the mountains of Gəbǝrmā and Gol, and through weeping they found the joy of mercy.

Salutation to you, Takla Ḥawārǝyāt, heavenly man and earthly angel, heavenly angel and earthly man, wise and learned. The souls of sinners are scattered; scatter us, father, from the wolf, the enemy. Salutation to you, Takla Ḥawārǝyāt, hidden among angels and known among men and kings. He who chose you is the King of Praise, that you might be for us a guide of the way, bringing us into paradise.