Image of Gabra Krǝstos

Salutation to the memory of your name, by the name of the Son of God, who was called; to the hair of your head, a second crown, which received the anointing of sanctification. Gabra Krǝstos, our monk, glory of the house of the kingdom and glory of the myrrh. As you heal the wound of my soul, in all that is mine. From the heights of heaven, send your strong healing. Salutation to your face, with the light of the sun, radiant; and to your eyebrows, salutation, together with your eyes, beautiful. Gabra Krǝstos, crusher of the cross of patience, which is set; while you hang behind it, for the athlete of patience, wisdom; until you rested where his treasure is. Salutation to your ears and to your cheeks, the edge of the mouth; to your lips, salutation, the gums of the teeth and the mouth. Gabra Krǝstos, righteous one, more righteous than the righteousness of Job, humble; the suffering which you endured, in the likeness of a destitute outcast; a guardian of the judgment, more than a pure lion. Salutation to your voice and to your breath, sweet; and to your throat, salutation, from the drink of wine, strong. Gabra Krǝstos, athlete and fulfiller of the ten commandments; hide me in your shadow from the Son of the Father, mighty; in the land of cursing, the left-handed one, let him not stand in the way.

Salutation to your back and to your neck, together with the embrace; to your holy hands, which have wiped away the bark of the monk. Gabra Krǝstos, like you, who arose in each of his times; his sickness, his affliction, his hunger; the torment of the flesh that consumed you—who is like you? Salutation to your bed and to your mother, together with the crown; and to your pure nostrils, the sacrifice of prayer which you have offered. Gabra Krǝstos, you are the companion of the Son of Mary; for your beloved one is humble; if the enemy arises, they will be put to shame by your power, and afterward they will enter. Salutation to the tips of your fingers and to your fasting side; to the storehouse of wisdom, your belly, and to your heart, the possessor. Gabra Krǝstos, virgin, while your name is bridal; who is like you, my beloved, among the children of the earthly living? Without a sage, Job, who in patience is like you? Salutation to your mind and to your two kidneys; to the interior of your inner parts, salutation, and to your single spine. Gabra Krǝstos, monk, kingdom of the mortal flesh; there they buried you, by your will, the armies of Satan being put to flight; for the new world of life you have been hidden in it.

Salutation to your waist and to your shoulders, which are embraced; and to your legs, the travelers of the path of the monk, which have walked. In faith, you are the servant of the Son of Mary. Lead me into your house, which is adorned with the brilliance of glory, and like pure hail, its color resembles. Salutation to your neck and to your throat, which are his adornment; to your collarbones, salutation together with their wings. Gabra Krǝstos, the monk, for the world of joy, be joyful. Your wife came, while before you she said, to where you were, she who went to him. Salutation to your stature and to your form, Adam; to the departure of your soul, honored in the sweet melody of hymnody. Gabra Krǝstos, the heir, blessed in stature and form. Guide me to your love, the path of prayer and fasting, for the hope of life has been prepared in the new world. Salutation to the burial of your body with the fragrance of myrrh and incense; and to your tomb, salutation together with its pure adornment. Gabra Krǝstos, the heir, blessed in measure. The suffering you endured for a period of thirty years; may it be a salvation for me from grievous judgment.

Remembering you with many embraces and great strength, the strength of your mother, the guide. Come to my visitation, O Gabra Krǝstos, my heir. My soul is a Pharisee that has fled from the dogs; flee, for it has accepted you in all the covenant and the house. Remembering you with many embraces of your father and your mother, in glory and in love, who embraced you. O Gabra Krǝstos, the covenant, for I have chosen you. Give me the reward of my fasting, for I have bowed down to you. From the time of the planting of my youth, I have entered the evening. Salutation to you, O Gabra Krǝstos, the peaceful one, the guide of the earthly path, the branch of virginity, planted and pure, the bridegroom of the heavenly star. Salutation to you, whose name is Mary, the man of God, where you became a merchant and a seller. In faith, servant of the Trinity. Salutation to you, the wisdom of your counsel, for the abundance of scattered grace. In the house of your father, you are called son, worthy of a foreign land. Salutation to you, while they call you the color of the henna, the short one, the small one. The children of the shadow have lied about you, the field of the valley of the sweet of deed.

Salutation to you, the bones of the beast upon you when the servants gathered, while hearts were contending over you. You have fulfilled the hearing of patience. Salutation to you, I have filled you with understanding when you made me a pauper. Your father wept, saying, "Woe is me! My son, my heir, my king." Salutation to you, weeping from you, a merchant, while you shake the foundations. Whence is there no time for a contest? A son who is a wanderer. Salutation to you, your wife says to you, "As you have abandoned me, you, like a bird in flight, I was a widow whose husband died, and I became a widow." Salutation to you, at your tomb when light shone forth, the healing of your body, a judge, a flower of the month of Tasrin. Salutation to you, in the form of your name, write it for my praise. Accept it always and do not reject it. In love I am, and in participation, for my salutation, seal it with a salutation.