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Salutation to the memory of your name in the mouth of the world, which is full of it. Jesus Christ, who fulfilled the law of preaching. Takla Hāymānot, my adversary, may you strike my adversary. Mount Libānos calls you; call it. While you say, “Come, my Lord, my Lord.” Salutation to the hair of your head and to your head, which is shaven, while it is not parted at all. Takla Hāymānot, pray to him with whom you have made a covenant. I will not go a distant path. Before my soul, prepare a resting-place. Salutation to your face, the likeness of Moses. The darkness of the people, which he illuminated in his time. Takla Hāymānot, ask Paul, the teacher of all, that his mercy may reach me and find me. Ask your God, who exists and will exist. Salutation to your tonsure, the pure tonsure of Christ, which has no equal. Takla Hāymānot, Agathon of the city of hope, chosen one. Help me, your son, at the time of the attack of the wicked Satan. Show the help that Abraham showed to Lot.

Salutation to your breath, whose fragrance is incense; and to your throat, a goblet of mixed drink, mead, and wine. Takla Hāymānot, strike the book of my enemy Satan, as the Roman lion struck the spear of Dioscorus the Arian in every age. Salutation I say to the toes of your feet, the chain, which performed a miracle in their own place. Takla Hāymānot, sun of the moon of your crown, drive me into your house whose windows are of lead, not of stone and not of seal. Salutation to your stature and to your sealed form, with the great seal of God. Takla Hāymānot, lion of Dabra Libānos of the wilderness, arise from your slumber which has no weakness; your meadow is the pasture of the ox. Salutation to your tomb, to the church in perfection, which is called the dwelling of Mary. Takla Hāymānot, priest and prophet of Awtēzarāma, your children like your own are not for Mastēma; raise your power and show your majesty.

Salutation to your tomb, the tomb of Christ the One, and the Holy Spirit, the sanctuary. Takla Hāymānot, the second Simeon of the pillar, you have ascended now to the chariot of the king, the court, and you have been scattered throughout the whole field. Salutation to your bones, the bones of the man Adam, of Jerusalem. Takla Hāymānot, fierce one, from your monastic habit, the monastery, from the abundance of your soul, grant me a portion today, for my abundance is shadow and dream. Blessed is he who girded on a sword in Qaryātarm, Nābal, when he wrote against him, as he rested in goodness, and his soul was accepted. Takla Hāymānot, your Lord who cut short death, passed by; with a pure arrow, he caused you to rest. Your miracle was hidden from its concealment, subtle; God the Lord, who was known in Judah. Takla Hāymānot, John, while you knew not to seek, on an island of the sea, when you fixed your anchor, Satan fled and stood far off. Your miracle: a child was born from the womb of the tomb, and appeared openly.

Takla Hāymānot, for Christ, while you bow in prostration. On the island of the sea, you became a pillar. To you, he who descended from heaven. The king, while passing along the road, a blind man, a stoner, cast a stone. Takla Hāymānot, from you, when he sought a struggle. A man in his flesh finds a wound, and in his soul inherits fire. When I offered to you these gifts of my salutation, as you taught me. Takla Hāymānot, my father, for you are a teacher of the law. In this world, give me blessing, and in the end, lift me up as a tithe.