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Ṗarāqliṭos, pillar of cloud who led the fathers. Ṗarāqliṭos, manna and water of drink in the desert. Ṗarāqliṭos, sun, king of lights, adorned. Ṗarāqliṭos, illuminate my heart with your bright light. And for the eloquence of my mouth, decree, Ṗarāqliṭos, be gracious. I bow to your name, which existed before the world, and will exist again until the world in eternity. Ṗarāqliṭos, Moses, when he asked you in deceit, “What is your name?” while saying in the midst of fire and flame, “Lord, Lord, my name,” you said to him. I bow to the hair of your head, which is not like the hair of a man. I heard a saying from the tongue of Daniel, who revealed you. Ṗarāqliṭos, deeper than the ocean of Oceanus and unsearchable. Cleanse me from my filth and bless me with blessing, until I please you with good worship. I bow to your emergence from the sea of light, Father. Ṗarāqliṭos, distant, my entire garment is wet. The bread of your children is not that which a basket can contain. A saying, a little of which they increased when they were filled with abundance. Give me the crumbs of the table for the hungry heart.

I bow to your nature, without measure and support. Above what? A deed in a place of nothing, and by you. Ṗarāqliṭos, sun that sets in the evening. Illuminate my heart with your blessed light. Who anointed me with your hand, almighty God. I bow to your concealment at the bank of the Jordan, a cave. On Mount Tabor a second time, and after at the sanctuary of Zion. Ṗarāqliṭos, from before, you were hidden. Who will reveal you, Creator, when the creature is named? The land of Judah, wicked Macedonius, went. I bow to your presence in the house of her body and soul, of the daughter of the righteous, Mary, until she is weaned from her infancy. Ṗarāqliṭos, a lamp that you kindled in the sea of the belly. Cleanse me, for the number of my years is thirty. With the water of repentance, wash me from all sin. I bow to your existence where the angels appointed. Apostles of Christ the Lord, without lack and stumbling. Ṗarāqliṭos, holy, full of wisdom and grace. When I desired your love completely, its ordinances and laws, with the rod of truth, strike me, my Lord of flesh.

I bow to your manifestation, on the mountain of Zion, again. As you revealed yourself to Moses, upon the burning bush, before. Ṗarāqliṭos, fire that consumes the wilderness. And the ink of my intellect, O Lord, refine until you make it perfect. From the passing of the world, which resembles a dream. Praise they speak to your kingdom, one. The host of angels and men, with the tongue of their souls, the elements. Spirit, Begetter, and his Son, Ṗarāqliṭos, the third. For your grace is their country and their world. In the resurrection of the dead, after, they will rejoice in it. O intellect, intellect of the wise and of Kenya. With Serabamon they call you, servant of the Holy Spirit, and Orthodoxy. For the tabernacle of your name, this house of the Holy Spirit which is named. Ṗarāqliṭos, build it with the head of Peter the apostle. Like the city of Paul which he saw, Antioch. How shall I tell your praises in its measures while I sing? For the daughter of Zion, adorned with the flower of faith, the companion. Ṗarāqliṭos, show me the way of Paul, guide me. And as Peter, the path of repentance, lead me. By the prayer of the holy Takla Hāymānot and Abba Yoḥanni.

Peter and Paul, for my sake, speak to you. And the Gospel that came after Nahom to you. Ṗarāqliṭos, the steadfast one, the repentance of the sinner, your servant. And if he falls into corruption without repenting through you, what land will believe in you and proclaim your righteousness? Repentance, Peter and Paul, which you hastened to accept. And my confession, many, which you have forgiven with mercy. Ṗarāqliṭos, alas! Ṗarāqliṭos, alas! In the affliction of this world, scorned. For your pure one, it is fitting, and after the gate of Sheol, where there is no rest. Ṗarāqliṭos, pillar of cloud, who led the fathers.