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Salutation to the memory of your name, whose letters are four. As the work of the cross of Christ the Lord is accomplished, so you, the blessed Arisima, blessed one, queen of suffering and martyrdom. And martyrdom, grant me from your breasts the milk of joy and gladness. I shall recite the narrative of your praise with a fluent tongue. Salutation to the hair of your head and to your crowned head, and to your red face like the flower of the pomegranate and the rose. Arisima, the admirable one, the judge of error and sin. Grant me a drop of understanding from the measure of your praise. A little I shall gather and I shall proclaim and I shall declare with the Lord. Salutation to your eyebrows and to your eyes, the moon of the sun, and to your ears, cool, where the word of the angel is joyful. The Galilean Arisima, bearer of the glorious Amen. Why should I fear you? Why should I fear the flame of the terrible fire? And why should I be troubled? What are the sharpened swords? Salutation to your cheeks, which were covered and veiled when the fragrance of the love of the bride entered through your nostrils at the bridal chamber. The head of the enemy, the axe, Arisima, and the cross within the book. The daughter of Merara, the bitter one, for Holofernes, the enemy, upon the head of the bear, like a necklace of beads around the neck, the axe.

Salutation to your lips, and to your mouth, and to your teeth, the beauty of beauty I say. And to your tongue, to your tongue, with breath and voice. You have been gracious, Arisima, to the needy, the desire of desires, delight. As you give to the bosom, to the bosom of your grace, divide. And your favor, and to your favor, the possessor of abundance. Salutation I say to your throat, to your throat, and to your neck, and to your neck I salute. Arisima, to your shoulders, salutation, and to your back, adorned, adorned with majesty. To your right and to your left, to the bearer of the horns, Arisima. Conquer the enemy of my soul within the affliction of affliction, of pain and thirst, and thirst, as Esther from the throne beheld the victory over Haman, over Haman. Salutation to your breast, and to your bosom, and to your bosom, and to your bosom, honored. And to your hands, and to your hands, with their fingers, sharp. Again, again, Arisima, to your lady, the fast. Salutation to her mutilation and the news of her cutting, the cutting, wondrous. While she is queen in heaven and earth.

Salutation to your ears, and to your temples, and to your nostrils, I say salutation. To your ten fingers, ten, and to their nails, and to their nails, Arisima, for the virgin, because of her journey, the treasury. Renew for me what is above this time, for in my hand I hold the covenant. Salutation to your shoulders and to your back, whose adornment is the work of woven gold; and to your belly, which is like the heart and the kidneys. Because of the journey of Maryam and the exile of her Son alone, me, a sinner and a believer, how will you justify in vain? Arisima, to your God, beseech him for me. Salutation to your mind, to your mind which thinks, thinks what is good; and to your thoughts, and to the arrangement within you, within you, the chosen. Remove from me repentance, as you remove my heart. Why does the darkness of sin, sin, cover me, Arisima, while your humility goes before me? Salutation to your virginity, to your virginity and to your perpetual virginity, perpetual; to your waist, to your loins, and to your limbs, Adam. I say salutation to you, I say, Arisima, who is placed in the necklace. Again, the dwelling of the holy Maryam, salutation. Salutation, salutation to you, the crown, the crown.

Salutation to your knees, in prostration to the Most High who created her. With the feet and the shins of the martyrdom she had. Arisima, divide me with her in her path. To the garden of dawn, I will hasten, I will hasten, and I will tremble, I will tremble at her fragrance. At her fragrance, like the calf, the calf of the cow whose taste is called. Salutation to your elbows and to your fingers, in the cave, in the cave, and to your fingernails, and to your fingernails, whose whiteness is the sea. Melt for me, Arisima, with the fullness of the good spirit. Do not kill me, her torturer, her torturer, with the heat, with the heat of the evil tongue, the evil tongue. A little from my members and her blood, and her blood is great. Salutation to your stature which resembles a palm tree, and to your form, and to your form, all without leaving one. Arisima, give me the time of my great desire. For Christ, in the joy of the garden, with his fragrance, the fragrance of life. For I fear death exceedingly. Salutation to the departure, to the departure of your soul on the day of your beheading. To the burial of your body and to your funeral, the new, the new, the new. Arisima, the elder, the blessed, show me patience, patience. Give me, give me from your treasure, for I cannot be jealous. And I am ashamed, I am ashamed of myself.

Salutation to your tomb, and to your translation together. As those who added to him while I offer a psalm. Arisima, Lady, who will intercede for you, you will intercede for glory. And she will lead me, a little one, from the Creator, and she will adorn. The burning of my heart, the limbs. From my lamentation, that I have offered, the gift of your praise, your praise, this. The praise of your form, your form, all that is within it. Arisima, blessed one, noble one, for the Lord her martyr. Raise up before your face and accept it for him. To where before God, who ascended, who ascended for Abel his sacrifice. Remainder of the form. Salutation to you, Arisima, chosen one. Handmaid of Mary, blessed one. Who did not fear, who did not fear the furnace of fire. A bird of paradise. Salutation to you, strong pillar of times. When Satan rose. Who did not fear, who did not fear the fire of the furnace. Arisima, martyr of the Savior. Salutation to you, blessed Arisima. Martyr of Jesus, Phemius. The furnace of fire that did not pain her. Crowned with a crown of majesty.

Salutation to you, for the king of error in his court, in his court, upon whom the torments of punishment have increased. Until they burned you in fire, a marvel from the furnace. Salutation to you, Arisima; your flesh, when they tore it, and your bones, and your bones they broke. Your neck, your throat, they cut with a sword, for Christ, for the sake of his love. Salutation to you, Arisima, by nature a shelter for every soul. There is none like you beneath the sky, in beauty and in grace. Salutation to you, when they cut your neck, for the hearing, for the hearing of punishment in her court, in her court. Blood flowed and white milk, a marvel from the rose of the earth. Salutation to you, as much as I have believed in you for myself, Arisima, from me. A heart of death that has been hidden, and an eye, and the eye of man that has not seen. For your love, which is a virgin, a steadfast one, grant me, grant me.