Image of John / Image of Yoḥannǝs I

Salutation to the memory of your name, which is sealed in the book of the Law, and to the beauty of your hair, which is woven in the texture of the flesh. The solitary Yoḥannǝs, for you renounced the world; by your shadow, he who slept is awakened, and by your preaching, he who burned is comforted. Salutation to your head, which is adorned with praise, and to your beautiful face, which resembles the face of Mosē. Within this, Yoḥannǝs, from the time you became a monk, they weep for you, together with the house of Dāwit, who is ʾEsē, ʾEfrēm in her crown, and in the fullness of Menāsē. Salutation to your neck and to your shoulders, the throat, which are far from the circumcision of the Jews, the strangers. From the seed of Śərnāy, Yoḥannǝs, the place of the thorns, the altar; it was renewed in your kingdom, the assembly of Qʷosṭanṭinos, and in your kingdom, the Sadducee understood the resurrection. Salutation to your bosom, the refuge of the poor man, and to your hands, the rod, the punishments of the head of the deceiver. Father of the gift of the mountain, Yoḥannǝs, and Yoḥannǝs, father of the herald, together with ʾAnoreyos, who in the heavens is the grass, and the faithful, your righteousness, Dāniʾēl the monk.

Salutation to your mother and to your companion, I say. The gift of blessing has come and has been doubled, which is sufficient. Above your head, a crown, the queen of Israel, the virgin. A heavenly crown instead of an earthly crown. On earth and in heaven, Yoḥannǝs is a master. Salutation to your knees, which the worshiper has adorned, and to your legs, the pillars of the flesh, the foundation. The gold of your corpse, Yoḥannǝs, the anointing of Jesus, the chosen one. Your throne, which has departed to another race. Glory to the Father and glory to the Son. Salutation to the departure of your soul on the day of the great Sabbath, and to the burial of your flesh, a precious receptacle of dead flesh. Our teacher Yoḥannǝs, why have you abandoned us? Is it not a miracle, O Lord, if the teacher is lost? As the moon wanes and the house darkens. The people of Israel bring offerings to their king in the morning. Until now, from Saul, for they established a custom. They have besought me, Yoḥannǝs, the thirst of my lips for me. And accept the offering of my mouth without you saying to me, "You have made this and you have completed this.

Salutation to the memory of your name, which is sealed in the book of the Law, and to the hair of your head, the lock of hair that was woven into the flesh. The solitary Yoḥannǝs, for you renounced the world. By your shadow, he who slept is awakened; and by your preaching, he who was feverish is consoled. Salutation to your head, which is worthy of praise, and to your face, glorious, resembling the face of Musē. In the wilderness of Ḫǝr, Yoḥannǝs, from the time you became a monk, the house of Dāwit and ʿĒsē weep for you, with Efrem behind and Menasē at the end. Say, O people, on Dabra Ṣǝyon is his place, for the monastic Yoḥannǝs, the scepter of your right hand in your kingdom. Your sheep, the children of your womb, whose are they? They are, they are, the captives, they are. If in the wilderness and the field they became scattered, the children of Esrāʾēl bring morning to their king. Until now, from Šāʾul, for they established an ordinance. Accept for me, Yoḥannǝs, the thirst of my lips, and accept the fruit of my mouth without consuming me, you who have adorned and beautified this.