Malkǝʾ-hymn to ʾƎḫǝta Krǝstos

Life of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, revealer of hidden things according to their kind. To the prophets before, and to the apostles of the people of Ephrata. From the abundance of your favor, I offer a libation for the sister of Christ and the wine of her hymn. May your sanctity be woven into my tongue within her, and may I be shaded from the sun by the two wings of your mercy. Salutation to the memory of your name, the grace of faith that was established, while from the ten fingers it plucks the letters of writing, humble. Sister of Christ, your heart was zealous, for the blossom of hope was granted. For the world, it established a deed of transience, a passing of shadow, and it thirsts in a dream for one who drinks water. Salutation to the hair of your head and to your head, its dwelling. To the mistress of the news of wisdom, who despised the destruction of the world, loving her. The just one of the world, a stranger, sister of Christ, Sarah. Because of your fasting and your piety, she was afflicted. Within the bosom of Abraham, your companions, the righteous, are free. Salutation to your face when it is covered with dryness, which surpasses the radiance of the rose. The Magdalene, from among them, sister of Christ, became for the sorrowful a joy of body and soul, who revealed to you a new resurrection.

Salutation to your eyebrows and to your eyes, which are wakeful, while they keep vigil for prayer and cause [others] to marvel. Sister of Christ, Mary, together with the daughter of Peter, two crowns of glory. As you have renewed our assembly, peace. From the fullness of heaven, lower and bring down from the height. Salutation to your ears, counsel of the Holy Spirit, which have been entrusted. And to your cheeks, resting place of the one who cast down the mighty. Offer incense of fragrance, Sister of Christ, before the Alpha. May it be for me a crown of victory and hope, by the blessing of Saul and Cephas. Salutation to your nostrils, which have received the fragrance of love. And to your lips, sealed by the judgment of the honorable cross. Sister of Christ, garden of flowers, fragrant flower. Shelter me in your midst from the burning of bitter punishment at the time of the passing of heaven and earth. Salutation to your mouth and to your teeth, which have crushed sin and transgression with the blade. Sister of Christ, speak for us to your lambs at the time of need. Do not be angry before you, like another beast in the wilderness of judgment, fearful, where the lion is.

Salutation to your tongue and to your speech, which is far from vain talk, true word and the utterance of all that is pure. To the sun of Amin, its rising, Sister of Christ, the East. May your help be abundant for the faithful children, from the many deceptions of Satan, the evil one. Salutation to your breath and to your throat, which is restrained. Love of food is limited and the taste of drink is sweet. Sister of Christ, shine forth in the midst of our assembly today. The blessing of the grape that was given to Shem after the water of the flood passed and the rain ceased. Salutation to your neck and to your shoulders, which fasted. The holy habit of asceticism and the memory of the Most High. Sister of Christ, from the Father, the firstborn of his firstborn. May your lips speak to us, performing a feast of joy, for your bridesmaids are adorned with virtues. Salutation to your back, stretched out in prostration, which was worn down. The world did not weary it, like a garment of humility, its folds. Sister of the one God, while we hear the Messiah. The soul that thirsts for love of you is loved much, and your blessing dwells upon it.

Salutation to your neck and to your bosom, which are a mirror of mutual reflection. From the grace and righteousness which the eye of the envious does not see. The life of her father and her head, Sister of Christ, the receiver. Make the word of our prayer heard at the mouth of the dawn. And may your power, the refuge, increase for the defeat of Satan. Salutation to your hands and to your forearms in the hollow. Which spread out for the opening like a pure sea of fragrance. Sister of Christ, accept this small hymn of praise. Clothe within my heart the garment of the Holy Spirit, the purple. And not the hem of the garment of the priest of the pit. Salutation to your knees and to your two thighs. Which the Creator, the maker of all creation, has joined together. Sister of Christ, new book of prayer. Your good counsel of thought is better than the passing of transient wealth. For the one who has carved the wood of the cross, which is the victory. Salutation to your shins together with the ten fingers. And to your nails, which are beloved among them. To the begetter of the Son, his sister, and the daughter of the begetter. Let this assembly of ours be adorned with the praise of your assumption. Like Michael the angel, whose prayer is steadfast.

Salutation to your breasts, which are fountains like milk, a new sprout of blessing, the joy of the sorrowful people. Sister of Christ, a sea that cannot be crossed from the father, which makes my entirety shine, whose entirety is wisdom, from the treasure of the ear of grain, the star and the moistened verdure. Salutation to your chest, the edge of humility that has turned, and to your belly, which became a basket for the bread of the offering. Sister of Christ, the Gospel, a speaker as one who preceded speech, who gives water in your name and who moistens the dry, a faithful man, a planter of the vineyard, a gift. Salutation to your heart and to your kidneys from evil, which are pure from what, like a mixture of refined silver. Sister of the Godhead, the Word, unique in nature, a sea. May our prayer be filled with your good prayer, to Mary the virgin, the second heaven. Salutation to your mind, whose clarity is like hail, and to your thoughts, deep in the flame of faith, a fire. Mother of many, sister of the high priest our son. I entrust my life to the pillar of the power of your prayer, to the affliction of relatives and strangers.

Salutation to the interior of your belly and to your navel, an image of one who is in the midst of the womb, a garment of all Kenya. Sister of Christ, blessed in the mouth of the prophet and apostle. Your humility, while you say, "Assembly, congregation of Neya." From Esther and Judith, your greatness is exalted. Salutation to your womb, which has accepted the sacrament. Grace of the Holy Spirit, purity and heavenly wisdom. With the spearmen of the Jews, when Nineveh is reconciled. I have believed, Sister of Christ, that your salvation is life-giving. That it may bring me from distress to the attainment of thirst. Salutation to your waist, with the girding of two belts, without any lack. Sister of Christ, guard the foot of my heart from stumbling. And those who love the love of God and the pure, by what was given to you from heaven, a canon cut off. Salutation to your knees, which have bent for the Most High, and to your legs, which stand upon the horizon, mighty. Sister of Christ, bend, Sister of Christ, voice. They sing for you with joy, priests of the New and the prophet. A censer of incense and a flower of myrrh, with the sign of the cross.

Salutation to your shins and to your calves, which are stretched out upon the earth of flesh and spirit, a dwelling-place of virtues that they may build. Sister of Christ, they are troubled for your prayer by his voice. Demons, persecutors who were banished from the heavens, as if they will not weave a rope of death to ensnare us. Salutation to the toes of your feet and to your fingernails, their measure. You who unite two upon their eight joints. Sister of Christ, for you a covenant of wine makes me run to you from the judgment of a terrible doom, to the place of the measure of the neck and of good rest. Salutation to your stature, a vine of the garden of cedar, and to your bright form like the secret of Bez. Sister of Christ, tell me in your sweet speech, while your life is held in the hand of God, why is there much bitterness in you? Salutation to the departure of your soul, the rest of the elect where it was cleansed, and to the burial of your body, a gem that illuminates the path. Sister of Christ, give me a teacher of the heart, a book. Fruit of death and sin that ever gathers, behold my days have passed in vain.

Salutation to your shins, stretched out as a measure, and to your tomb, prepared for the Lord where his voice resounds. Sister of Christ, grievous for the cherub within his vessel, and the wail of the hymn for your greatness increases. My tongue and my mouth have but little power. For your crown, a hundred salutations with the schema and the fringes and the tunic. Again, for the jealousy of the voice of the holy rivers. Behold, I have offered, Sister of Christ. You also, blessing of flesh and spirit, give to your son a new night. Blessed is our God, whose power is great and whose sea of mercy is full, for he has awakened me from the slumber of all custom, until I complete the praise of the sister of his son and his word, and I offer thanksgiving for this worthy one.