Image of Krǝstos Śamrā

Salutation to the memory of your name, to Krǝstos Śamrā, while the priest says, “You have read it from its beginning.” Krǝstos Śamrā, for your face has been kissed at every hour. The meaning of this recitation of your name has been found. For everything, the meaning of prophecy is not lacking. Salutation to the hair of your head, which was shaved and received, and salutation to your head, which put on a crown. Krǝstos Śamrā, a woman of the covenant, she pierced your ears with a needle. With the gift of my tongue, my hymn, which has come before you, open it for him, and stand at the door. Salutation to your face, whose beautiful radiance has been adorned. The eyes of darkness, which by the abundance of its light have been illuminated. Before the face of King Krǝstos Śamrā, on the day I stand afterward, he will honor your praise, my deed. And the glory of your face will conceal the light of my mouth. Salutation to your eyebrows, which adorn the face, and to your eyes, sleep, from which something has been breathed out. When at the door of the sanctuary Krǝstos Śamrā stands, he ran in the field. Open with your mercy, which by the hand of the cherub has been pierced, for without you, I have not touched you.

Salutation to your ears, which are quick to hear the sound of the word of the Gospel, for it has entered into your heart. Within the House of the Stars, Krǝstos Śamrā, when you entered at dawn, grant me the pair of your sandals when the bride is adorned. You who have made the kiss of the mouth and the anointing sweet. Salutation to your cheeks, from the skin of a Roman, which ever raise up likenesses of the ear. They do not pass away, Krǝstos Śamrā, from the covenant. The anointing of your help and your nobility, wine, which at the end the time will come. Salutation to your nostrils, which have been filled with incense from the censer of the Cherub, as if they have quenched sorrow. Until today, Krǝstos Śamrā, as Paul the Great, for you have placed your foot upon the face of the image, upon the time of my life and your time. I say salutation to your lips, which are accustomed to and have taken away the shadow and the deed of all falsehood. The glory of the virgin Krǝstos Śamrā and the boast of all women. May your prayer help me at the hour of sickness and death, for the prayer of the righteous does not help you.

Salutation to your mouth, which is sealed, so that it does not utter falsehood to its guardian, Arǝmmo. You fulfill the commandment of Yoḥannǝs, Krǝstos Śamrā, when you entered at dawn. You have seen the hidden things with much blood, as Yoḥannǝs saw the creation. Salutation to your teeth, which resemble hail, and to your tongue, sharp, which speaks truth. Remembering you, Krǝstos Śamrā, from the time of the custom of Musē, as you punish openly those who persecute me, who build a wall of murade. Salutation to your voice, like a trumpet that is adorned, and salutation to your breath, which illuminates the body. In your deeds, Krǝstos Śamrā, you have driven away evil. Who is there that is adorned from your bones, like a shoot, for the one who errs, I have bound with a rope? Salutation to your throat, which is sweet. For the living ʾƎggziʾabǝḥer, the speech of his word is Adam. Guardian of the mystery, Krǝstos Śamrā, for your humanity is pure. You have healed with the canon and sinned with the fast, for through food it found sickness.

Salutation to your neck, with a jealous chain, for it is adorned; and to your earrings, which are a pendant of the cross in humility. Lift us up, Krǝstos Śamrā, from Satan, who is envious, for the Creator descended and asked for your horn. Teach Satan a lesson and go. Salutation to your back and to your sides, which have grown dark; instead of golden garments, they dwell in a garment of skin. Separate me, Krǝstos Śamrā, from the company of Christ, the evil serpent that lies in wait with its counsel, if it should trample the covenant under its foot. Salutation to your bosom, which counseled its mother; let it be a refuge for the poor and a shelter for the mighty. For you have received the law of God, Krǝstos Śamrā, as light for your path, which was kindled in the bosom of Abraham, and in your midst your refuge became. Salutation to your hands, which are a holy seal, for they have been anointed with myrrh and incense for the sake of martyrdom. In the tradition of the fathers, when you fled to heaven, Krǝstos Śamrā, you were pursued while you were blessed. The sister of Moses, Deborah, sang and prayed.

Salutation to your fingers, the ten, the hundred by their freedom, the mothers of deed and the ten of fasting with the two. There is, when you stood for the sea of chastity within it, and there is, as you ran on the path, there. Salutation I say to your surrounding, which was planted from the thorn of the one who does not know how to speak. By the interpretation of this, for you, Krǝstos Śamrā, the Lord gave, and Qirqos, son of Kaʿb, to his parent, to be a father. Salutation to your breast, which is not like the curved one. When you came by his bed, he rejoiced. Like you, Krǝstos Śamrā, to the place of power, he went. What she cast off for her breast of the four good ones, and within it she planted the myrrh. Salutation to your belly with your heart, and to your kidneys which have chosen thought, the path of the saints, Krǝstos Śamrā, while you are adorned for the path. They have chosen for you the tears of water, the stones of the holy and Sinai, and for your womb, the secret and the manna.

Salutation to your loins, the girdle of the ascetic form and the belt; and salutation to your shoulders, the pillars of flesh and blood. I implore you, Krǝstos Śamrā, who has conquered pain, for you will find me in the hidden chamber of the world; your eye has been merciful to sleep. Salutation to your knees, which have bent the wild beasts of the plain and the dry land for your sake. There is no excess in you, Krǝstos Śamrā, according to my hymn; the right side has been filled, if it says, "Come to me," the stature of God, the city of Nagran, has been filled. Salutation to your feet, for the trampling of the deep that they have trodden, for the sake of the poor, while the face does not turn away. The glory of the virgin, Krǝstos Śamrā, for the sea of chastity has been opened, and the seed of Mary the virgin has been sown; and for those who pray to you, they will quickly be saved.

Salutation to your neck and your collarbones, the ivory, the silver, the gold, and the ivory; the bearer of the sanctuary, Krǝstos Śamrā, the likeness of Simeon and Hannah, while you show the path of Takla Hāymānot; how then, when you chose the chicks for the bosom. Salutation I say to your fingers of the feet, together with the nails upon them; send to me, Krǝstos Śamrā, the wine of John the Good, finish my days when the wine takes hold, while I fear being cast into the sea of Sheol. Salutation I say to your middle stature, for the vision of Adam and the one who brings you to his cave; and because of this, Krǝstos Śamrā, they call you the child of the queen; great is your beauty and great is your form; your stature resembles the shoot of a stalk. Salutation to your form, exceedingly beautiful, while the cold of winter passes and the rivers flow; the house of my soul, Krǝstos Śamrā, while I open and see; show me my sister, my second self, when my soul longs for you.

Salutation to the exhalation of your soul, to the psalm of David in his voice; and the incense of the priests, when they cast it for you; in your righteousness, Krǝstos Śamrā, before the face of Christ; to the first-born of the wild beasts, the hiding-place of Adam, and the egg; for you will not be darkened by his form and his weaving. Salutation to the substance of your body, the sweet perfume of the hyssop and the aromatics; and to your burial, salutation, in a garment of sindon; my weak, dead body, when Krǝstos Śamrā sprinkles the garden of Kydonia; for from his prayer my body, the earth, will be covered. Salutation to your tomb on the island of Patmos and the writing; and to your resurrection after the passing of evening and hope; intercede, Krǝstos Śamrā, with Paul and Cephas; with a lamb and a kid, when the one who has passed is read; with the sheep, Alpha will stand for me. Salutation to your ascension, the way of the one who ascended in person; not in body, but in soul; Krǝstos Śamrā, your likeness to the one who painted Christ; blossoming daily with the descent of the Holy Spirit; for this sanctuary and for this Tarsis.

Cleanse me, Krǝstos Śamrā, by your prayer which is beautiful; for the one who has sinned, a servant who has delayed the mountain; by the word of his prayer for Moses, he honored the bones of the fathers; the eyes of Rubel, who dug, are darkened; a garment like hail, white and resembling a grape cluster. Takla Haymanot, by his fasting, and for the mouth of gold, blessed; I beseech you, Krǝstos Śamrā, in the midst of the gatherings of people; from the wine of Belki, drink, for your soul is thirsty; it descended for you, was it not, by the hand of Mikael, a weapon; your weapon indeed is strong. Praise is due to your grace, Krǝstos Śamrā, more than; for help me, your grace, and grant me authority; so that my enemies may not say, with the lifting of the tongue; a building of your praise without measuring its extent; and what was attempted, the completion of the garment.