Image of ʾAnorewos of Dabra Ṣǝgāǧǧā

Ako, ako, my gold and my sea! Like a fool and a slave whom the earth has rejected, I have been stripped. I have no praise for myself. ʾAnorewos, my judge and my spiritual father, I praise you with all my heart. Salutation to the memory of your name, whose letters are half of ten. The measure of its curves is for the cross, above all things. ʾAnorewos, father, treasure of grace and love. The memory of your name is sweet as myrrh and sugar, and it is opened from gold and from precious stones. Salutation to the hair of your head, which no dye can reach. The power of the holy Nazirite dwells in them. ʾAnorewos, prophet and new apostle. By which you engraved the cross of the death of the teacher of the world, Christ, with its five curves. Salutation to your head, which is covered by a crown, the likeness of the crown of Christ, which is above the wedding. ʾAnorewos, meek one, who is adorned in the field. Your love, like fire, has consumed the thorns of my mind, and like death, it has become strong for me.

Salutation to your face, sealed with the imprint of the cross, the water of your spittle, this upon the enemy, a sign of suffering. I am one who casts down the thorn of the vineyard of lush vine, the flower of your freedom, the fragrance of this wilderness. Now I am good, and now I am Adam. Salutation to your eyebrows, which are carved and chiseled, a measure for the heaven of patience and a depth for the sea of freedom. I am a stranger to my heart, the end of my thirst, in your writing, the path of the cross, where I was, a remnant, it spoke to me in a whirlwind and a drop. Salutation to your tomb and the dissolution of your flesh, separated. The miracle of the cross, which is its own, a bearer of silver and gold. ʾAnorewos, father, to you, while I am a child, I praise you, the little ones. Father, father, far from sin. Father, lover of purity, father of righteousness. From the many praises of your image, which do not grow old in time, together with the praise of the cross, the tree of salvation. ʾAnorewos, father, teacher of peace and humility, the little that I have spoken, the measure of my heart. Before you, my lord, may it be for me a supplication.