Image of Serapamon

I worship you, O Christ, who has apportioned to me the task of completing the poem; help me, only by your authority. I will sing the hymn of the image of Serapamon. And fill the water of understanding in my heart, for it is not sufficient; what will suffice for me is the power of the word which is from you, the abundant one. Salutation to the memory of your name, whose letters are inscribed. In Jerusalem, above, near the Pillar of Light, the steadfast one. Serapamon, his martyrdom, for the one bowed down in the belly, the valiant one. As I sing his praise for your image, give me the grace of the Holy Spirit, for I am a sinful man. Salutation to your hair, which is like the thought of God, the curly one. And to your head, crowned with a crown of majesty of precious stones. Serapamon, the chosen one, and steadfast, more than the lowly. Save me, let me be anointed by your righteousness from the snares of Satan, the deep one, as the snare traps the partridge. Salutation to your tomb, to Nikiou, in its districts. After, as a bride, she was with you, while you were suffering, having been patient. Serapamon, the joyful one, the bridegroom of the church. The body of your flesh was brought to her at the time when her mother arrived. Her mourners rejoiced with great joy.

Peace to your resurrection after the deed was accomplished and finished. Those who, through Christ’s resurrection, when they precede in this, because Christ granted you good hope. And Serapamon said to you while he read the scroll: I raise up my likeness in my resurrection. Behold, I have spoken your name to man, and I have completed your praise with the word of peace, strong, while you kindle the color from your evil blood. Write this Serapamon on the seventh leaf of heaven, so that those who have seen angels and men may read it. On the twentieth of the month of Sane and the eighth of the days, for the consecration of your house today, the building in Nicaea. Those who gathered in a circle, the disciples of Serapamon. When the priests brought your bodily nature, like a rainbow of the winter season, your praise passed. Peace to you, Serapamon, martyr, through your help, O hidden one, who you have gathered for the angel of the gospel, and you have adorned like Paul. Peace to you, who endured manifold, wondrous torments of punishment, while the spirit of wisdom helped you, Serapamon, tongue of the multitude.

Peace to you and your rest, which was with those of Abraham, the oil, and with Licanos the righteous, the man of patience, Serapamon, the flower of paradise. Peace to you, to our supplications, come as the supplication of the just and the friend, at every time of morning and time of evening, Serapamon the faithful and Licanos the blessed, in the court of this foundation.