Image of Mary

Maryam, indeed, is a pure vessel of goodness, which no one can defile. She is a white flower from the tribe of Judah, the chariot of Aminadab, her lineage. Salutation, salutation to the memory of your sweet name, more than cinnamon and cardamom, and more than fragrant balsam. Maryam the Virgin, bearer of the great commandment, may the strong wine of your love inebriate me at dawn, as the scent of fine myrtle inebriates. Salutation to the hair of your head, whose tips are curled, for your father kissed it with his lips. Maryam the Virgin, the dawn of God, my Lady, do not abandon your servant, lest my enemies say, "Where is his counsel?" Salutation to your head, anointed with holy chrism, not, not with the oil of the castor plant. Maryam the Virgin, pure in body and soul, purify me from filth by the fire of the holy Eucharist, commanding the seraphim of heaven, the priest. Salutation to your face, which is exceedingly beautiful, more than the beauty of the stars and the moon, and more than the beauty of the shining sun. Maryam the Virgin, guide my paths, that by day and by night the enemy may not find me, the destroyer of sin that perishes and the abyss that goes down. Salutation to your eyelids, clouds of weeping, which were so when your son suffered the envy of Caiaphas and Hannah. Maryam the Virgin, bearer of purity and holiness, make me hear the word of righteousness that gladdens the mind, as the angel's tidings greatly gladdened you.

Salutation to your eyes, which are like the windows of the house, that fulfill the commandment, O Mary the Virgin, who is without stain, the gazelle. I am afflicted by your eloquence, O mother of my heart, who is covered, and by the strong rope of sorrow, may I not be a wanderer. Salutation to your ears, which heard the voice of the Lord God when he was like Gabriel, O Mary the Virgin, the righteous one, for the forgiveness of sins. When the fire of sorrow burned my heart, it consumed me, all my words. Salutation to your nostrils, with the fire of the nostrils, which are deep, when they placed the firstborn of Rachel and Leah on your lap, O Mary the Virgin, the mountain of refuge for my soul. Save me from the mouth of blood, from the appearance of the lions of the field, like the cave of the wise and faithful of Kenya. Salutation to your lips, the vessels of good fragrance, which surpass the scent of myrrh from the table, O Mary the Virgin, the chosen one for my life, the swallow of the land of Loza, who saw you and was ashamed, on the day of redemption, be a support and a refuge. Salutation to your lips, like the red hyacinth, adorned with holiness and purity, O Mary the Virgin, the dove of the morning. Lead me away from woe and save me from the flame, for the sorrow of my heart is great. Salutation to your mouth, which tasted the sweetness, while the father of the righteous was a child, O Mary the Virgin, who gives sweetness. The shame of sin when my face was covered, for my affliction, O mother, come quickly.

Salutation to your teeth, which are like milk and ivory, that are arranged, and the molars that are like a row of pearls, O Mary the Virgin, the ark of the covenant of the law. Love me without deceit, for the man of blood and flesh who is greater than this, I seek grace. Salutation to your tongue, which is sweetened with milk and honey, that prophesies love, O Mary the Virgin, daughter of the righteous. Hide me from the eye of the enemy and cleanse me from fire, for you are my hope in heaven and on earth. Salutation to your voice, which is sweeter than the taste of wine and than the honeycomb of Adam, that heals pain, O Mary the Virgin, who is the light of life, steadfast. If the storm of this world rages against me, may the merciful one calm it. Salutation to your breath, whose fragrance is life, like the scent of a choice tree in the garden, O Mary the Virgin, house of holiness. Shelter me in goodness and hide me from death, under your wings, my dove, the chosen one. Salutation to your throat, which is good from wine, as Solomon said, O Mary the Virgin, bearer of great light. Cover me with the garment of grace and adorn me with the necklace that the wise have woven with skill. Salutation to your neck, which is pure and adorned, like a necklace not of gold or silver, O Mary the Virgin, who is likened to a necklace. My life is in danger if it is stripped and lost, and grant me honors until I do righteousness.

Salutation to your jaws, which are strong, and to your palate, which is like a rose, O Mary the Virgin, the bridal chamber of the embroidery of the Trinity. Tell me, my Lady, the truth of my mind, this: the right path will guide you, and wonder is there. Salutation to your tongue, which is greater than the tongue of a cherub, girded with fire and from the secret of the mystery of the Incarnation, O Mary the Virgin, the fulfiller of all my truth. Give me, my Lady, the good thing for which I have hoped, without delay, quickly, by your arrival here. Salutation to your uvula, the furnace of the fire of divinity, which sanctifies the soul and removes its death, O Mary the Virgin, the treasure of the needy, the gold. If the tribe has gone far and the naked one has gone, who will take sustenance? For you are its store. Salutation to your bosom, the resting place of the wisdom of heaven, where the mystery is not found, O Mary the Virgin, the gracious one of peace and hope. Be, my Lady, before my enemy, a shame, like a bird whose chicks she protects, flying with her wing. Salutation to your hands, the fire of divinity, which are beautiful, the palms of crystal and gold for their adornment, O Mary the Virgin, for the place of the building of the womb. Cleanse me, my Lady, from the desire of the world, from filth, so that on my body there may be no stain. Salutation to your arms, which are arrayed with power, like a flame of fire, O Mary the Virgin, whose sin is like a likeness. My sins, for your servant, are like a flood that has risen, like a cloud that has accepted a king.

Salutation, I say, to your uvula, and I praise it; to the fire of divinity which descended, how it became a vision, O Mary the Virgin, the sweetness from the beginning. Abide with me in rank, while I have no strife; to the thought of my heart, I will ever entreat you with recollection. Salutation to your breasts, which are strong in judgment, full of honey and gold in Nazareth and in Galilee, O Mary the Virgin, to Judith, the wisdom of the word. Arrive in a chariot; let us receive the oath, that you may lead me into the land of delight. Salutation to your arms, which are broad for the anointing, O Mary the Virgin; I ask you in hope, that I may be able, by his portion, to recount your praises, to your servant, the servant, fill me with understanding. Salutation to your fingers from the arms of your hands, which are red, from the ankle, the shin, and the lion, while it is not hidden, O Mary the Virgin, Mount Elijah, the prophet of the edge; protect me by your grace from the serpent of the pit, where it is good for man, who gives iniquity. Salutation to the nails of your hands above the fingers, which are red, each in its measure, while it is ever moist, O Mary the Virgin, my humility within the palm; save me for your servant for my year in the departure; this is for my heart, the truth. Salutation to your breasts, which have brought forth the perfect one, the virgin milk in the mouth of God before, O Mary the Virgin, who brought peace; embrace me with your breasts, if I have become a supplicant; without you, I will not seek, if.

Salutation to your chest, which is covered with gold that blooms like a flower, as David sings, O Mary the Virgin, the grace of Jacob’s beauty. Tell me, my Lady, do I not love you? While I am your helper, who can overcome me? Salutation to your womb, which was filled with the ark, from the tablet of Moses the prophet, for the sake of the commandment that he hid, O Mary the Virgin. When I sought you in the sanctuary, let the power of your might strike down my enemy, the man of iniquity, until they are utterly silenced after his entry. Salutation to your heart, which is far from evil, from the west and the east, O Mary the Virgin, the garden of the chosen children. Clothe me with the garment of the star for your true and distant one, like the rose of gold. Salutation I say to your two kidneys, the horn of the priesthood and the vine of joy, O Mary the Virgin. Tell me before the assembly, my child, for my sake, will be your helper? If your enemy is a serpent, do not fear the resurrection. Salutation to your mind, the abode of good habits, and the measure of mercy, O Mary the Virgin, daughter of David’s son. Spare me from your left side, where the lineage is found, and sprinkle me with the water of life from the cold of the branches. Salutation to your entrails, the flame of sorrow that burned when your Son ascended the cross at Golgotha, O Mary the Virgin, the blossom of dew that was prophesied. My error, which has no distinction for you, to absolve it, by the order of the priest, pray over me.

Salutation to the treasure within you, like the treasure of the tablet, the praise of the Most High who is adorned, Mary the Virgin, the boast of the delicate one for Sarah. Show me, daughter of the priest, for the world of darkness from the dawn, for the sanctuary and the one who encircles the altar. Salutation to the treasure within you, like the treasure of the sanctuary, your treasure is Jesus Christ, Mary the Virgin of the desert of Sinai, Paul, as it awakens the heart of the one who says "Nablis," your love awakens me in body and soul. Salutation to your womb, like the center of his vision, which does not wither from its perfection, Mary the Virgin, for the priest, the wood of his creation, that this utterance of my mouth may not be cut off, for the cherubim have prepared and arranged it for him. Salutation to your womb, the hiding place of God, which your right hand has consecrated, Mary the Virgin, a plant more fragrant than myrrh, to you they hasten for the one who has found all his refuge, with my other eye, one. Salutation to your womb, for God who is great, whose ordinance is vast and whose law is distinct, Mary the Virgin, the vine of the tree of life. Tell me, my Lady, I have forgiven your sin, and I have set my ear to your melody. Salutation I say to your virginity, steadfast, from which the sun of hidden divinity dawned, Mary the Virgin, whose pure beauty is splendid, to dwell in each of his faces, in regions and in the wilderness. Guard me and the children of the strangers, the fathers.

Salutation to your waist, the staff of the Levite, the sixth, who carved you with dew and who adorned you with a necklace. Mary the Virgin, Lady of angels and men, clothe me in the land of joy with your glory in the sanctuary, with your chosen ones, rank upon rank, I will be in the sweetness of the salutation to your sides, which dwell in the sanctuary. From your knees above and from your waist below, Mary the Virgin, who knows the art of painting, morning and evening every day, whoever hears your mercy, the deed for me. Salutation to your knees with the praise of the Most High who was blessed, from the time they gave you the pure one within the Ark of the Law, Mary the Virgin, the throne of precious stone, at the time of the persecution of the sinners from the field of the great Passover. Show me your path, I will be your disciple. Salutation to your feet, which trod the desert, from Bethlehem of Judah to the land of Egypt. Mary the Virgin, adorned with the flame of the flower, for lodging in the house of brass, which is above the vault of the arch, bind me with discipline and save me from distress. I say salutation to your possession, which did not depart from the path. Mary the Virgin, the sign of the covenant, the bow of blood, make me sweet with your shame and grant me a taste, as a mother does for a small child. Salutation to your loins, which found affliction from the fear of the murderers of Hara, without tarrying when they went. Mary the Virgin, the ark of the word of righteousness in the midst of the twenty, calves from their calves like you, I love. I have loved you, love me from now until the end.

Salutation to your fingers, the counting of the column which was with the sixth quarter. Mary the Virgin, who was named the place of meeting, in white and in red; hasten my coming when my mouth calls your name. Salutation to the nails of your feet, which desired the sandal, the thorns of the earthly myrrh. Mary the Virgin, the wonder of Simeon, son of Noah; remove me from lamentation and save me from bitterness, above what brought disease. Salutation to your stature, like a shoot, to the place of the water of the pool. Mary the Virgin, I ask you, help me; may I find beneath the covering above, I have found in the abundance of your like who is a husband. Salutation to your form, which was woven with command, which shines always; you are my love, who increases love; show me your face, Mary the merciful, whose word no other hears. Salutation to the departure of your soul without pain and fasting, to the dwelling forever at the right hand of your son. Mary the Virgin, crown of grace and majesty; strengthen my weak life with your help; from the life of the elders of Geran, may you not cut off the root. Salutation I say to the pure body of your flesh, which was like the sea. Mary the Virgin, the vineyard; a little of your greatness, whose praise I have offered; may the mystery of heaven not be hidden upon the earth. Salutation to the burial of your body by the hands of the apostles, the elders, with the fragrance of myrrh, the pure, the counting of the wonderful thorns. Mary the Virgin, daughter of the chosen people; I have chosen you, my Lady, as a mother and father; may the love of your milk cover me like a garment.

Salutation to your tomb, to Gethsemane, in the cave, which is near Jerusalem. Mary the Virgin, for the city of the kingdom, a dove; she hastens, gold from the dust, and the leaves of the trees from the bush. Gethsemane, for your body, a dwelling place. Salutation to your tomb, to Jerusalem, in the regions, which is Gethsemane by name. Mary the Sabbath, rest of the ascetics from fasting, when the sun of the saints set over you, the power of the Most High overshadowed you in wondrous majesty. Salutation to the translation of your body, the place of joy, sweet, which was hewn from stones of the sea. Mary the hidden one, who hid me in the bosom; the writing of your praise is not exhausted, for it was strong; the rain of winter colored, and the sky was fine. Salutation to the translation of your body, daughter of the king of Judah, and daughter of Levi, whose hand gave the gift of his priesthood. Mary the Virgin, a pearl from the flower of the myrtle; in writing, I cannot finish your praise, a stranger, for before me there is the breadth of the earth, a tablet. Salutation to the translation of your body, the throne of light where it was planted, for the garden of the east in its midst. You are new and praised in the mouth of all, more than the righteous below and the glorious above. Mary, I have added praise to you. In this hymn and in this supplication, for the man who asks you at the time of his distress, come quickly and give him what he says. Mary, my pearl of Christ, and pearl of virtue from the balsam, which the womb of your mouth gave forth speech.

Praise to you, Mary, on my knees, all my hair; praise to you, Mary, on my knees, all my bones; praise to you, Mary, on my knees, all that is seen; praise to you, my queen, on my knees, all that is unseen. Praise of your virginity my mouth proclaims continually. The Lord sent his word to you, Gabriel bearing it, Mary, God whom you bore in virginity. "Peace, peace, and peace," I say, to your image, all of it finished. For him who loves you, my Lady Mary, may his prayer not be in vain; may the number of his years be prolonged, and may he not perish in vain; by the mouth of angels and men, may he be blessed every hour. He who composed this hymn of your queenship in verse, his error and his sin shall not be forgiven him. O my Lady Mary, guard me and save me from the affliction of body and soul, for me, your servant, for me, your handmaid. Peace to the remembrance of your name, sweet. Peace, peace to the remembrance of your name, sweet.

Salutation, second, to the remembrance of your name, the strong one.