Malkǝʾ-hymn to St Anne

Salutation to the memory of your name from the memory of Adam’s song. Salutation to the hair of your head, whose locks are black. Mother Mary’s Hanna, life of the whole world; through you are healed those of flesh and blood, and the angels of the high firmament. Salutation to your head and to your bright face. Salutation to your eyebrows and to your shining eyes. Save me, Hanna, from sorrow and woe and distress, as Noah the faithful with his children and the righteous was saved through you from the poison of sin and guilt. Salutation to your ears and to your temples in trust. Salutation to your nose and to your lips in praise. Mother Mary’s Hanna, may the sword of guilt not reach me; for my enemy has sharpened a sword in the sky’s vault; there the swift sword of death awaits. Salutation to your mouth and to your teeth like hailstone. Salutation to your tongue and to your speech like medicine. For your breath, your throat, and what is yours of the neck, that you may show me, Hanna, the passing of my enemy to destruction. Behold, I implore you in this land.

Salutation to your temples, the temples of the face that was united. To your neck, the neck, and to your bosom, the tablet. The book of life, Hanna, and mother of Maryam, the lady; may my enemies be blotted out and not remain for ransom, as the son of the wicked Judah was blotted out. Salutation to your hands, which are like the seed and the forearm. Salutation to your right hand and to your left hand, the four. Mother of Maryam, Hanna, and from the death of Christ the Lord; may my enemies be humbled by the hidden power of God, as the wicked one was humbled before the Greeks. Salutation to your fingers, the tips of the nails that are curved. Salutation to your thumbs and to what is yours, the palm. Your greatness, Hanna, is wondrous for contemplation; may the punishment of affliction take away my enemies, as it was said to the accursed serpent. Salutation to your belly and to your heart, which are slender. Salutation to your entrails and to all the interior of your body. To your mind, Hanna, of which there is no equal; in you are they increased and in you they are perfected, the creatures below and the creatures above.

Salutation to your loins and to your bosom, blessed. To your shoulders, salutation, and to your knees. Mother of Maryam, Hanna, and from the gift of Christ, the Lord. May my enemies be blotted out in the morning and evening; the path of the wood I cut with a thorn. Salutation to your legs and to your shins continually. To your elbows, salutation, and to your fingers that were adorned with nails. Mother of Maryam, Hanna, I ask you a matter: until when, my lady, shall I be in union with those who pray, people of salutation and love? Salutation to your stature without defect or blemish. To your form, salutation, and to the departure of your soul with your body of flesh. Mother of Maryam, Hanna, and from the gift of Christ, the first of grace. May the tongue of my enemy be cut off like a rope and a cord, with strong chains and with firm fetters. Salutation to the burial of your body in vestments of fine linen and wrappings. To your tomb, salutation, within the inheritance of your father, the land of Yofoni. Mother of Maryam, Hanna, and from the gift of Christ, the Savior. Only for repentance, grant me a little strength.

Ako, Ako, by abundant speech and translation, I have not neglected you, and I have praised you with a hymn. Hanna, act for my heart what is fitting. Mother of the expanse, spread out her eyes, and to the mother of the sigh, standing. For the neck of my enemy, the sword of death will cut. Praise is due to Maryam in prostration and hymns, who is with the two in the choir. Mother of Maryam, Hanna, precious stone of planting and flowering. May my enemies be blotted out, and may they not remain for fruit, as the small ones of the potter are blotted out. Salutation to you, Hanna, for the taste of name and memory in the pure holiness of the kingdom. Holy Hanna, mother of Maryam, who reigned in the heights. Salutation to you, Hanna, dawn, and Maryam, heaven, who bore Christ, the sun, which dispels the darkness of error. Salutation to you, Hanna, of Chalcedon, and of the pure sea, from whom came forth Maryam, the virgin, who restrained the flame. Salutation to you, Hanna, as to Dassiledes, the martyr, and Claudius, the second. Your people, Hanna, will raise the fruit of righteousness, those who are gathered in your name.

Salutation to you, when I heard in the news of the wisdom of heaven, the measure. My mind said, "Hanna exists," for my soul, which she saves. Salutation to you, O unique Hanna, and spiritual dove, from whom Mary the pure came forth, who wove the Word of the Father. Salutation to you, Hanna the pure, and Mary the queen, who bore Christ the king, who blots out sins. Salutation to you, when the angel of death, the deceiver, came to me, from me, Hanna, turn him away, while you tear up the book of my debt, and clothe me in joy and gladness. Salutation to the memory of your name, from the memory of the hymn of Adam.