Image of Fiqṭor of Dabra Bǝsrāt

In the name of God the Father, with His Spirit and His Word, and with Mary the Virgin, life of all worlds, I begin for you, Fiqṭor, for your image is fitting, praises and hymns according to its form and portion, that my mouth may be capable of it. Salutation to your conception from the chosen seed of Stephen, and to your noble birth from Zion, her pure womb, by the mouth of angels, Fiqṭor, who is proclaimed and renewed, as if I could tell of your greatness with the tongue of flesh and spirit, and the wine of the Holy Spirit may quench the dryness in my heart. Salutation to the remembrance of your name, sweeter than the memory of wine, and salutation to the hair of your head, more precious than crowns of gold, a cloud of blessing, Fiqṭor, upon the face of the whole world; may a rain of abundance from your grace sprinkle from my tongue, perfect flowers of praise and hymnody. Salutation to the burial of your body in the fire of faith and holiness, and to your tomb upon the peak of Gerizim and the side of Sinai, blessed Fiqṭor, and worthy in monasticism; I have brought from my tongue the measure of your image, from the course of my life, may the corruption of the spirit be far removed.

Salutation to your garment, the monastic habit of Antony. Like the garment of the Virgin Mary, mother of Christ the Savior. You are a lover of the desert, Fiqṭor, and a despiser of the world's vanity. If only understanding were given to me, from love of the world, to love you who are fitting. I have offered many salutations to your image in distinction, whose appearance is a flower and whose field is a shoot of the vine. Merchant of life, Fiqṭor, in the vigor of fasting and asceticism, may my many salutations be woven in my mouth like a garment. May the gift of your intercession increase for me in a second union. Glory to the Father with His Spirit and His Son, and with Mary the Virgin, who is the beginning and end of the covenant. He who chose you, Fiqṭor, as the completion of his asceticism. Bless your children who are in the desert, for the sake of your grace, that they may multiply. On his shoulder and on his neck, he has bound two stones. In the practice of prostration, he completed the fast with a small portion. Fiqṭor, pure one, who knows the stain. From the midst of the ear, fire emerges. Behold, he has shown wonders; with his breath he extinguishes the flame.

Salutation to your garment, the habit of George the martyr, the seed of the prophets, the wise one, and the man whose heart is Theodore. You are a lover of the sun, Fiqṭor, a wearer of great grace. Like the right side of the cross of Christ, pray before the throne of the king God.