Image of Yoḥannǝs of Dabra Zamaddo

In the name of the living God, who exists before the worlds; and in the name of Mary, his mother, sealed with wonder. The rock of faith, Yoḥannǝs, who is bound to P̣eṭros. Behold, I have begun; help me, write all of your praise. And from your wonders, what I am able, I shall recount in verse. Salutation to the memory of your name, Baptizer of the Godhead, ascetic, and blessed apostle, whom the First named, Yoḥannǝs the chosen, equal to Paul of Benjamin. That he may deliver us from the envy of the world, the snare. May your love be with us, steadfast. For the hair of your head, anointed with the oil of faith, and for your head, salutation, a crown of salvation, garlanded. Teacher of the peoples, Andreyas, Yoḥannǝs the exalted. Guard us, your children, from the time of forgetfulness and sin, as a shepherd guards his flock in the field. Salutation to your face, which saw Adam, and to your eyes, salutation, with your eyebrows. Twin of Yaʿqob, Yoḥannǝs, firm in his faith. Save us, your children, from the arrow of vain sin, for it is great and heavy.

Salutation to your ears, which heard the Gospel that was prayed; with the voice of eternal joy, those who anointed it. The crown of the apostles, Yoḥannǝs, who knew the desire of the world; for my soul, death, sins, give it life, for the arrow in his hand, the father of blood, has prepared it. Salutation to your nostrils, the fragrance of flowers that were fragrant; and to your cheeks, salutation, the river of springs that was; like P̣ilippoṣ, Yoḥannǝs, you taught the law of the canon; with Yaʿqob of Alphaeus and Natnaʾel of Cana; for my help, come from the high cloud. Salutation to your lips, which read reproach; and to your mouth, salutation, which did not taste falsehood; Bartholomew, Yoḥannǝs, who preaches teaching; guide your children, while you show the way; for you are our father and our teacher. Salutation to your teeth, which did not taste laughter; and to your tongue, salutation, which did not love slander; the crown of Mattǝwos, Yoḥannǝs, and the face of Tadewoṣ, the pure; from the beginning of the world, he established the foundation; like the compassionate heart of a father who loves his children.

Salutation to your word, which perfected the reading of Adam; and to your breath, salutation, healer of every sickness. Yoḥannǝs, Thomas, the surgeon of his flesh for the body; while you anointed it upon the glorious altar. In holy flesh and in perfect spirit. Salutation to your throat, which thirsted at the end of the drink; and to your neck, salutation, which was adorned with pure gold. Yoḥannǝs, Matthias, who was eager for the struggle; for my completion, when I mix the wine of the vine; until I acquire the righteousness of both comings. Salutation to your shoulders, which bore the cross; and to your arm, salutation, which was clothed with power. Yoḥannǝs, Mark, you who wrote the Gospel; if a man of iniquity prevails over me; for my assistance, hasten and perform the work. Salutation to your feet, which trod the path of faith; and to your side, salutation, a dwelling of pure treasure. Yoḥannǝs, Luke, guardian of the mystery; while I travel the path of the sun like a setting sun; to the way of righteousness, guide me, a foolish man.

Salutation to your hands, which spread the shade; to your ointment, salutation, which is like myrrh and incense. Father of many: Yoḥannǝs, Takla Hāymānot; you concealed your children from the time of every evil, as the Lord concealed the ark for Barok. Salutation to your arm and your fingers, which spread when for Mary you rolled the blessing of her womb. Yoḥannǝs, Yaʿqob, brother of the King of Kings; for in the valley of Gēgay you were hidden indeed; for my deliverance, pray to God before him. Salutation to your chest, a garment of grace; and to your belly, salutation, it became an ark of sanctity. Yoḥannǝs, son of Bartalomewos, our father; as you raised a child in the land of Akyut, raise my soul quickly from the death of sin. Salutation to your heart, cut off from evil and wickedness; and to your kidneys, faithful in the fire of deep affliction. Yoḥannǝs, Sāmuʾel, chief priest and prophet; anoint me from your unction whose fragrance is good; the odor of the incense of Abṣāya brings the foolish man to his senses.

Salutation to your mind, which despised the world; and to your humility, sweet as honey and incense. Yoḥannǝs, you who were clothed in sackcloth; to him who disturbs your throne, which is from God, a vision; in the kingdom of heaven, he will disturb him from all. Salutation to the treasure within you, the treasure of the sanctuary, which is likened; and to your humility, salutation, like a center, an image. Abundant in virtue, Yoḥannǝs, second blessed Lālibalā; through you the gate of Dabra Zamaddo was opened; and the fruit of your hope was heard throughout the whole world. Salutation to your waist, the belt of faith, which you fastened; and to your shoulders, salutation, which are likened to a yoke. Yoḥannǝs Abraham, you who multiplied your children; the food of the age, from the end you guarded; and I will rest in your prayer until I acquire righteousness. Salutation to your knees, which grew weary in prostration; and to your feet, which stood for the praise of the one God. Like a father, salutation to your wondrous deeds, scattered. Intercede through your prayer for the pain of punishment, scattered, until the sinner does not approach the tree of the gallows.

Salutation to your neck and to your shoulders, which are beautiful. To Jerusalem of the Lord, the holy. Yoḥannǝs, ʾƎnṭoni, to the desire of the world, which is not forgotten. Bring me out by your prayer from the depth of the valley of sin, as fish are brought out from the sea. Salutation to your fingers and to your toenails, whose number is ten. Yoḥannǝs, our father of Dabra Mamhǝr, protect us, your children, from the arrow of the hidden enemy, with the censer of souls, which is filled with incense. Salutation to your stature, which Adam saw, and to your countenance, salutation, which illuminates the beauty of the table. Yoḥannǝs, pray to the Lord like Elijah the prophet. My bonds are upon me; if I seek good, like the head of forty, the third before me, may it conquer. Salutation to the purity of your soul with the sweet sound of the chant, and salutation to the thinness of your body from the juice of the fruit of abstinence. Yoḥannǝs, Henok, the scribe of all commandments. By this praise of your name, when a steadfast one prays, place the good news of joy upon him because of this.

This one, our father, good of countenance and of form, prayer and praise upon you; Mary and her son, Yoḥannǝs, the precious stone of Qirǝlle. At the time of the passing of the day, on the 30th of Ḥamle, his soul went out without affliction and ascended to the heights; the vigilant angels, saying, "Halleluiah." Salutation to the deposition of your body by the hands of chosen priests, and salutation to your tomb, the Holy of Holies. Yoḥannǝs, the likeness of the form of Ṣādeq the priest; turn us at every hour and bless me with the right hand, and guard me in all times. While I trust in your prayer as if I take a crown, I who have offered a small salutation, though my mouth is insufficient. I have leaned upon you, Yoḥannǝs, as one who does not see the hindrance. Bow before the Creator while you approach the abyss; without deed, in vain, he gives me mercy. Salutation, salutation to your miracle, I say. When you went in spirit and the abundance of grace was poured out, to where the Savior was born and baptized, and where the Cross was set up, and you were quickly buried while the hour of evening was present. At the time you were buried, Yoḥannǝs, all the worlds.

Salutation to your miracle, which is praised exceedingly. After your death, when you arose openly, full of grace, Yoḥannǝs, you who deigned to be consumed by fire. Grant me purity of heart and skill of tongue, a gentle speech; let not the speech of the righteous be a habit in my mouth. The water of the rainy season filled the mouth of the mouth, and a man standing in his courtyard, when he asked, it passed by. And you placed upon him as it was written. By the power of this your miracle, protect us always. From your many miracles, like the sand of the sea, fine; and from your wonders, full like the depth of the sea, deep. I have trusted in you, Yoḥannǝs, whom I have approached in truth. As you brought forth a dead man from the womb of the tomb in righteousness, bring me, a beloved man, out from the side of sin. By this word of praise and by this eulogy, for the man who asks you at the time he finds your commemoration, grant him the power of the Trinity, firm and strong. Give him power against the lioness and the hyena, and over the sick, pray that he may be a healer.

Salutation to you, Yoḥannǝs, our father, who knew the paths. You were consumed, passing through the hidden. The storm and the wave. Salutation to you, living God, who struck with the hand. The fragrance of perfume from the flower of sanctity, the pistachio from the nard. Salutation to you, who quenched the thirst of the irrigator. The fragrance of incense, the eternal one, which you made straight, the rope of righteousness, the ebony, which grows and which bears fruit. Salutation to you, like the flower of the pomegranate for the garment of the hyacinth in the festival. And again you resemble the white lily. And you are fragrant from the flower of myrrh. Salutation to you, without measure you give the price of the gold of faith. The redeemer of the chalice when the dew stands. The moisture of your prayer is the dew. Salutation to you, the adornment of the Levite, the crown, and the garment of priesthood, beloved. The pearl and the jasper, which appear in the white. Salutation to you, Jacob the righteous, as he blessed his son. Bless me, father, in your manifestation. The treasure of light which is seen descending. Your fragrance, the clouds of the sky.

O Father of ours, Bartolomewos and Yoḥannǝs, the pillars of Dabra Zamaddo, the sanctuary. Save me from the affliction of body and soul.