Image of Dioscorus

In the name of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit, while I speak. Behold, I have begun a hymn of praise and intercession. I weave the thread of your eulogy with the tongue of the Spirit and the Word. Dioscorus, direct my tongue with your skill, for you are a son of God by grace and mercy. Salutation to the remembrance of your name, sweet from the righteous, and I utter the word of the "Imahe" for your black hair. Dioscorus, Peter, the wisdom of the errors of Rome, when she went forth from your command and your ordinance, she concealed Christ from the flesh and blood. Salutation to your head, the abode of the spirit of wisdom, and to your face, from the moon that adorns the beauty of your form. Dioscorus, the sun for the world of darkness, its light; let those who have covered the eye of reason not see your light, while they have eyes, they were blind. Salutation to your fasting for the sake of the faith that was purified, and to your forms, joy when you endured suffering. Dioscorus, Leo, whose decree was great; with your children, the steward, in his hand, to where he cannot find water, while the spring of paradise he abandons in the desert, he thirsts.

Salutation, salutation to the treasury of good things, your mind; and to your humility in zeal, on account of the faith wherein you were troubled. Dioscorus, say to the Lord your God: Why, in the month of suffering, is your people not consoled? Where is the garment of your mercy? Salutation to the departure of your soul on the seventh of Maskaram; and to the burial of your body, which awaits the praise of the resurrection of the wilderness. Dioscorus, listen as though you would say to me today: Arise, come near me, for the rain has passed; beneath the shade of the palm tree I will be near the benefit. Salutation to your glorious image, each with its names and its sanctity. Behold, I have brought gifts which my predecessors offered. To the chief of bishops, Cyril, Dioscorus, the right hand. Bless your humble servant with the blessing of a single word, as Abraham blessed Isaac his son. In the year one thousand one hundred seventy-six, the Council of Chalcedon, destruction, from when they exiled him. This was written for Dioscorus, the account of his exile. For the king of Ethiopia, in the third assembly of his reign, in the month of Megabit, on the fourth day.