Image of Qʷǝsqʷām

Salutation to the memory of your name, inscribed in the Book of Life. And to your black hair, like the color of soot. The exile of Qʷǝsqʷām, Mary, hope of the exiled people. May the reward of your exile be for me, your servant, in the desert. And from the eye of a dove, your eye that has gone out, a gazelle. Salutation to your head and to the beauty of your face, a star. To the curve of your horn, adorned, and to your eye, a dove. Mary, mourned in the death of mother and father. How wondrous is your sorrow and your weeping, strange. Until Mount Qʷǝsqʷām, the bitter people drove you out. Salutation to your ears, which heard the law of God. To the beauty of your cheeks, a flower, and to the form of your nose, a myrrh. Mary, blessed, mother of a blessed child. May I be a balm from your sickness and from all your pain. On the road of Qʷǝsqʷām, with you who walked, an angel. Salutation to your lips and to your mouth, a spring of myrrh. To your teeth, ivory, and to your tongue, a horn of ivory. On Mount Qʷǝsqʷām, Mary, while your face was hidden from the west. How much you were exiled and scattered in dispersion. Only the Holy Spirit was your guardian.

Salutation to your voice and to your breath, like a dove. To your neck, one, and to your shoulders, two. Within Mount Qʷǝsqʷām, Mary, at the time of your blessing over the assembly. Bless me with your reading, and call me to your feast. For I am a child of your house and your offspring. Salutation to your tongue and to your uvula, like a bosom. To your holy hands and to your fingers, each in its place. Mary, swallow the light of Qʷǝsqʷām, the dawn of the year. Your servant, whose sorrow is unending, has poured forth. Creator, show me my son, let me see him again. Salutation to your ears and to your lips, which are not silent. To your two nostrils and to your ten fingers. Mary, the dark-skinned and the tender, in the embrace of his love. I have been made to wait for your firstborn, the stones of Mount Qʷǝsqʷām, and the land he trod with his foot. Salutation to the nails of your hands and to your smooth belly. To your pure heart, which no sin approaches. When you wandered, Mary, within Mount Qʷǝsqʷām, the new. The children became a ransom for your child Christ, and the redness of his blood their blood, which Herod shed.

Salutation to your kidneys and to your mind, first. To your breasts, after, and to the arrangement of your interior, in number, name. Mary, new, of the old days, mother. Now, with you, my mind, on the path of Qʷǝsqʷām, will fast, as Shalom and Joseph fasted and were patient. Salutation to your pregnancy and to your virginity, pure. To your waist, salutation, first, knees, ankles. Mary, dwelling, within my house, pleasant. Was it not your dwelling in Qʷǝsqʷām and your sojourn in Egypt, while within it were idols of crystal and wood? Salutation to your legs and to your shins, with the sole. To your elbows, salutation, and to your fingers, each joint. Image of the Holy Spirit, Mary, for God, seal of his face. Mercurius and George, in the fragrance of your love, ran, and a dwelling of hearing for them in Qʷǝsqʷām they built. Salutation to the nails of your feet and to your stature, house of flesh. To the measure of your form, salutation, and to the going out of your soul from the body. Proclaimer of Qʷǝsqʷām, Mary, who are named full of grace. My limbs, like reeds, will be shaken in your freedom. Your blessing, which is full, from what?

Salutation to your body and to your form, after that. To your tomb, sealed, and to your translation from it. Counsel of Mount Qʷǝsqʷām, Mary, and of Gethsemane, her beauty. Raise my soul to where your soul is spread, and to your body join her body. With the number two, the strophes which I have offered to you, a hymn. And the foot of my mind went as far as Mount Qʷǝsqʷām, the path. Protect me, Mary, from the fire of the wicked, and do not say to me afterwards, "I will give you what is small, a portion," for like them in body you have fasted, you. Pilgrim of Qʷǝsqʷām, Mary, arm me with salvation; be for your servant from the evil of the enemy that confronts me, and especially from the tongue that desires to slander me. Cover me and hide me; guard me and protect me; save me and deliver me, for I trust in you and I am for you. Salutation to you, Mary, pure in the mouth of all, new. You are the ark of Moses, the tablets of the law and of the ordinance.

Salutation to you, vessel of pure silver, and pure sanctuary of milk. Mary, basket of the season of the choice. You who have stored up the provision of the people. Salutation to you, adornment of the house of good, of the prophet Haggai. And you are the daughter of Solomon's silk. Mary, of the season of the flower. Salutation to you, mother of the wild ram, the sheep that they killed by violence. For the book of Samuel, of Paul the companion. Salutation to you, Orion, heaven your garment, and your sandals the dew. Flower of the red lily of the land of Qʷolla. Mary, of the season of joy. Salutation to you, in the assembly of the congregation, pure. I praise you with laughter, that you may teach me the words of righteousness. Salutation to you, wonder, flesh and spirit for your only one became. When you bore the infant, without sin and without stain. Salutation to you, mother of Beliyo, for my sake, for the fruit of your womb, I will build. Upon him your mercy, and do not delay. Mother, if I have grieved you, man, destroyer, ransom of his soul, in my lifetime, redeem.