Image of ʾAron of Dabra Dāret

I placed as a foundation of word, I set for the memorial of your name. Above tongue, I begot you in clarity, I adorned. Help me, ʾAron of your custom, interpret. Do not let the mouth speak in vain, while it stands watching. He began to build and finished the request. Salutation to the memorial of your name with the name of the prophet with which it is entwined. For the god of Pharaoh, Moses, whose mouth they call, the silent cross, ʾAron, as your story is written. In the radiant hagiography, from when you began rest, you did not complete a single chapter. Salutation to your tomb, a hidden treasure of corpse. Half of Mount Fārān, this and the place of Golgotha of the west. When you were buried, ʾAron, from the cave of this bed, you stood me at the entrance from your planted star, with the five fingers of the hand. In the month of harvest, the wild animals increased their destruction. When the heap of heaps became in the place of death, swift, which the mice gathered in the likeness of a hidden shield. Salutation, salutation to your teacher, ʾAron. And salutation again to these good ones.

Salutation to your resurrection, which became a foundation; to the resurrection of Christ, the head, like the word of scripture narrates. The garment of your love, ʾAron, when he willed and consented, the repose of my heart, that it may be a refuge, on the crown of the Father, the Third, perfectly adorned. Salutation to your ascension; the kingdom of heavens is inherited. The eye of death saw, and the spirit of life fled. Father of thousands, ʾAron, with your son ʾIyāsū, and with all those who desired your fasting, and those who with you were sanctified in presence. Salutation to the hymn of your memory, Father, when the crown was cast off. The day of Pentecost took up the labor of weakness and the sweat of fasting. ʾAron, man, you are glorified, humbly. The mouth of my soul is spread beneath your feet. The repose of the house is established and the profit is bound. If I send them forth in the evening to the hills and the plain and the field, for it will be shame to the master of the guests, the lord. Grant me, ʾAron, the gift of blessing in word. Remembering you, O Lord, in the book of the second part, for thought, a sign that suffices.

How? God, who is worthy of my praise. In the opening of my mouth, this, without entering, conceal it. The righteousness of your inheritance, ʾAron, which covered me, that I might be zealous for it. For my sheep, first, which he did not know, he clothed. The error of the prophet rebukes the speech of the gift.