Image of Cyricus

O Christ the Nazarene, who accepted suffering. The sun is bright and pure when its rays are darkened. The book of the spiritual account of Cyricus and of the grace of his form. Write within my heart while you make ink. The divine cloud at the cross that was adorned. Salutation to the memory of your name, Cyricus the child, whose thought is called a sweet flower of plants. To your name, the herald who surpasses authority. When my tongue calls you in the face of every place, death trembles and Satan flees. Salutation to the hair of your head, which they shaved and cut. To your head, the overlord. Tell me, Cyricus, who said to Christ, the Lord of all: "The gift of his blessing and the favor of the holy cross, for the world of the world from now, with you it will be." Salutation, salutation, and salutation I say to your ten fingers with their nails. Despise me, Cyricus, turn the direction of the west and the south, for now my mind is troubled in this time. The lament of Tigris and Gihon, sorrow.

Salutation to the wound of your flesh, which was hidden in the chariot, to the prophet Elijah, who was zealous in the law of God. Cyricus, teacher of teachers, who justifies the sinner. Forgive my transgression and error, as your teaching has ordained, and overlook my fault seven times seven. Salutation to your suffering and to your manifold affliction, which makes hearts weep, like the compassionate Christ. Cyricus, winter of my joy, to the man of sorrow, bitter; let it drip upon me for a period of three months, the drop of joy, your blessing, and pure rain. Salutation to the flow of your blood, which was mingled with the blood of the Lamb of the Cross, Christ, which proclaims the news of his passion. Cyricus, brother of martyrs and son of apostles. To those who have celebrated your commemoration, grant them the grace of the Holy Spirit, and pour out for them the banquet of righteousness in heaven. Salutation to your dwelling among the seventy-two nations, who are swift in zeal. Teach, Cyricus, before the throne of the Father and the Son, where your martyrdom and your enclosure are built. May no one come into the world who kills with a sword.

Salutation of the Holy Spirit, salutation, salutation. To the beauty of your stature, Adam; to the garden of Eden, whose fruit is sweet, which you traversed. May milk from your breasts flow into my mouth today, like rain that falls and descends from the clouds. Salutation to your thirty-three forms; again, salutation to your four natures. O holy Julitta, mother of Cyricus, intercede for me, that I may not perish in vain before the Lord God, the God of righteousness, whose mercy is abundant. For this hymn of praise and for this discourse, for the one who wrote it with his hands, for the one who read it with his tongue, and for the one who heard its words with both ears, may the holy fingers of Cyricus the child bless us together by the command of Christ the Light. The hymn of the image of Cyricus and of Julitta, his mother. Behold, I have written it, having excerpted it from his Acts. Bless me, O Mary, Lady of all, who blessed upon the earth the blessed one above, and who sanctified for the world that which endures.

O Christ the Nazarene, who accepted the bright and pure passion of the sun until his radiance darkened. The book of the spiritual history of Cyricus and the salutation of his image. Write within my heart while you make the divine ink of your blood with the cross that was adorned.