Image of Malkəʾa Krəstos of Gǝšaq

Salutation to the memory of your name, which exists and will exist, together with the name of the Father, profound beyond all times. We recite the praise of your struggle, Image of Christ the Word. Tongues of fire, which before the flood were divided, will contend against me with a measure that is fitting. Salutation to the hair of your head and to your head continually. Fasting has covered, and humility has embraced the fragrance of those who received communion together. Image of Christ the One, who has tasted the bitterness of what? He bound your cross, O Lord, if my heart is bitter. The rope of compassion, O Father, is stretched from your son, the chosen one. Salutation to your descent in soul and body, where a tomb of the fathers was prepared for you as a gift. Image of Christ, who breaks the pride of the arrogant with the strength of the sword. For your mountain, the inheritance of the chosen, is a refuge. Light is your ordinance and good is your law. Salutation to the translation of your body, a sign of the new resurrection, from glory into glory by the will of the holy assembly. Image of Christ the One, who is composed of two. Your name, through faith, for those who have prepared the offering, according to their measure, is a lock from the treasures of the mystery.

Alas! Above my tongue and mouth, I recite the song of your righteousness, Image of Christ, abundant. If the thousands of the powers of heaven were gathered together, the seal of the book of the struggle of your might would not be able to cover it, by fasting and abstinence. The praise of your struggle is great for one whose word has not reached it; the gift of pure forgiveness is given to him who is worthy. Image of Christ, hidden likeness of the Father. The praise of your struggle is the proclamation of the whole earth; if they were gathered together completely, they would not be able. A song of praise of gold, if it were set before you, and the chant of the righteous, a sea for your greatness, poured out, while I do not doubt, O Father, Image of Christ, living. The widow’s needle is entrusted to the hands of the praise of the simple brothers, straight for you and pleasing to you. Salutation to you, O Father of the white-haired elders, Image of Christ, Anthony, and the love of humility for you, the arrow of Arsenius, who was loved before the Savior. Salutation to you, your commandment, our Father; the wild beasts of the desert heard it; the fasting of your children, as if they did not eat the grain, for the beauty of the Image of Christ.

Salutation to you, place of greatness, for my mind is filled with the spirit that has no end, your love, when I read this, Image of Christ, the one who veils and conceals, has brought me to repentance where it exists.