Image of the Suffering of the Martyrs of Akhmim

Praise to the Father, and praise to the Son, with the Holy Spirit, one. As I speak, I write the martyrs of Akhmim, the field. The account of your struggle, which is far from the struggle. Fill me with the spirit of wisdom, for I am a servant. I have taken refuge in your blood, like the water of a river that has overflowed. On the day of his birth from the Virgin, for him who was incarnated. The martyrs of Akhmim, in the struggle by which you have made me remember the living. Your glory, for participation, that I may find it fitting. By the gift of grace and struggle, make me a father. I have taken refuge in your presence within the great river. For the completion of the will of the soul, while you have no limit. Dioscorus, the ordinance, and Sucellasion, the law. With you and through you, the elders of the martyrs of Akhmim. Accept me, a small one, I am on the path. I have taken refuge in your journey, while you hear the word of the vision. Toward the elder Moses, you take up the ordinance of Anthony. Sucellasion, the first, and Dioscorus, the second. Call me from sin toward repentance. As the first Elijah called his companion.

I have taken refuge in your flight, as from a nest to a nest. In the field of death, I die in the worship of the One and the Only. O martyrs, stars of Akhmim, the field. A star, as their guide to the kings of a distant land. Guide me on their path of wisdom and counsel. I have taken refuge in your struggle, Koryon and Philimon, with the people of the city of Akhmim, martyrs of Christ the Savior. The blood of the elders, you, for your servant, a child. May it be for me a garment of light when I am naked in the darkness of night. For your blood is light. I have taken refuge, my lords, martyrs of Akhmim, in you. From your struggle, a portion, while I read for you. Only a portion, say it yourselves. Behold my love and sanctify me always. In that you are the saints, you have become. Peace to you, to your inheritance, Akhmim, the tongues of every place. Its martyrs are you, for you are chosen. Its name is Mount Zion. Peace to you, your body, a garment of the martyrs of the city of Akhmim. On the right of the kingdom you stand, from the shadow. You are dyed with the water of blood.

Salutation to you, slain by the sword, and a victim in the place of honor, by custom. For this day, martyrs and sons, I have seen your blood upon the neck. Salutation to you, the kingdom of heaven is yours, for it is manifest. The sword of the judge and the blade, like a mother, became for you, martyrs. Salutation to you, fire of the earth, a furnace of stones, by the love of the Father and His Son. Martyrs of Akhmim, you, each one, stood in the field. Salutation to you, martyrs of Akhmim, sweet to speak of with the mouth. The account of your struggle is a great adornment of the book. Your glory is abundant. Salutation to you, pillars of the church of Akhmim, martyrs of Christ, chosen. In shame, do not pass through the market. Let the radiance of light be for me without confusion. Your struggle, within and without.