Is it not that a man…?

Is it not that a man, when he builds a house, leaves it? He prepares all his tools and arranges them. I ask you, give me the spirit of wisdom and I will adorn it. Your wonders, Mary, when I wished to recount them, and for your goodness, it pleased me to recount them. When the angel of the Annunciation gave you the peace of the Lord, your beloved, the mighty one, as you blessed him before Mary, the book of the serpent. Bless me, my Lady, with your son the Nazirite, by the blessing of Judah and Levi. The blessed Hebrew in the land of Akhmim who was zealous, while he praised your name when he bowed and fell, as you appeared to him before and you announced to him righteousness. Mary, appear to me where I have chosen my resting place, for my mind is greatly troubled by this. For Damianos, who prayed to you on the high mountain of the hermitage, whose name you wrote on the pillar of red gold, the bright east of the sun, Mary, the dawn. Write my name on your pure garment, and on the garment of your son, again, which is of pure blood.

From his hand the measure of the staff of the covenant of the priest of Rome, as you healed before Mary, sister of Salome. Heal the wound of my soul and grant me peace. When I sang your name, the enduring one. Isaac the monk, after he thirsted and became a monk, your face was changed for him on the day he saw, as you said to him until he was utterly hidden. Tell me, my Lady, rejoice my little ones. After three days, you will go with me. What you gave to Mary and took the veil for the only daughter who wears a garment, as I made you hear the word and your chosen life. Where you went, my Lady, give to me. Blessed is the servant who gives to the Lady. With his wooden bed, when it was bound together, as you helped him before and made him forget then, for the man who asked you for a place of weeping and joy. Make me forget, my Lady, who is pure. When my thoughts thirsted for the falsehood of his father.

The vine of Mary, whose fruit is bitter to Adam, within her flower is tender. Where your son is buried, Jerusalem, when you were asked by the supplication of the sick shepherd, as you caused the blind man to see, cause me to see today. Zechariah and Elizabeth, among fifty flowers of the myrtle, offered a hymn to you when they presented you with a gift. As you saved him before from the sword of the executioner in the midst of the desert, save me, my Lady, and deliver me from the hand when the gold is sifted and the sea is white. Your power, Mary, broke the strength of sinners. The bread of the two children when they were joined together. By this your power, which showed a wonder, your servant, my Lady, whose deed I do not know, dwells within your sanctuary. The Arabs, the wild ones, who lack water, your name, Mary, when they remembered it before, as it happened to the man who mocked them, your enemy, my Lady, consumed them and killed them. May the food of the locust be, and may it scatter their bones.

Your strength is firm, and your miracle is a remedy. As you turned back before the mountain of ʿEqona, the suppliant, toward the path of sorrow and woe, Mary, daughter of Matti, turn back the glory of my enemy by the strength of your hand, this one. Is it not you who are my counsel and my memory? Trusting in her prayer from your spiritual milk, you who anointed the eye of John the Elder, Mary, virgin, daughter of the king of Ḥasētonawi, accept the word of my mouth and the cry of my heart, and incline your ear again to my prayer. Life of the sick, Mary, you who healed him from his wound, for the distant enemy who was cast down in his mourning, as I proclaim your sign and recount your miracle, join me with joy and with consolation, until I say afterward: it is all finished. For the daughter of a man, a distant one who was blind from birth, you who caused the eye to see when she asked you in supplication, river of help, Mary, who is called your guide, for the king on the day of the wedding, may he consume his feast, by the water of your purity which touched the hand.

Mary, queen with all the subtle ones, who is adorned in you, mother of Israel, Rebecca. For the suppliant, one sister, heavy affliction, who has been strengthened. As you turned back and completed the path of sorrow, turn back my prayer, O let it return to the gate. In you are mingled from the path of error, which is bitter. Those who wrote your name, the two brothers. Distant in deed, Mary, from the multitude of all mouths. Before your goodness and your mercy, the first. The mind is weak, and the tongue is silent. When George slept from the strength of the wondrous judgment, as you appeared to him in the form of a pure dove. Daughter of the king, the glorious, Mary, the hidden. Above the altar, as the cherub hovers, hover over me, my lady, with your wing of gold. The keeper of the deep, when he was joined with the sword, you made his foot firm until he fled. Queen of heaven, Mary, who bore the king, take the foot of my enemies, O beautiful one, and upon my enemy again send affliction.

While I am your servant, I am without stain or blemish. I bow down to you like a brother from the land of Dälga. Mary, virgin, Mary, full of grace. Have I been cast out from before your eyes? When the deed of the time of affliction deceived me. For the Frankish man, when he took refuge with you, what saved you was his foot, which was a stone. Mary, when I offer a sacrifice to you, in my joy, sorrow will be removed, as wine is removed with water. For Merqorewos the priest, whom you raised up for the altar, and you saved him completely from the sickness that afflicts him. Mary, fill my mind with your grace. For your son, the teacher of the law, so that he may not forget his discipline, as one who sees in the mirror of his face. For the broken woman, whom you saved from thirst, when she implored you, weeping. The king of Israel, your father, for those in Geth and Nobama, as he gave a feast when he took the measure. Grant me the grace of the Holy Spirit, Mary of Rama.

Sanctuary of the Law, Mary, and Evangelic Edifice. Paraclete who expels from the womb of Sophia, swift one whom you wove the conception of iniquity. May my sin be woven for your prayer with tears, as the counsel of the sea is woven on its shore. From the abundance of swords and spears until repentance and humility, what you preserved for Barok, who is called the wanderer, all the time without a good end. Preserve me, my Lady, as one who sees no error, and if I have erred, your mercy is abundant. Ark of God, Mary, who covers me with glory, pure gold of holiness and not alloyed. Anastasius, your servant, when he was wounded by his affliction, as you announced to him a joyful matter, let me hear the news of peace continually. Without a cave or a cleft, when he fled to the wilderness, the stone heap you built for him is rotten. For the man who asked you, who is called the third, build a wall against my enemy and the belly of my adversaries. I implore you, Mary, for a new baptism.

Your love saved the gluttonous man, the swift one, because of the hidden water that stood by the side of the poor one. Vanity, vanity beneath the sky! What is good for the son of the mother of the living? Without your love, Mary, by nature. O queen, mother of the king, the loving one, as you saved before the son of the widow, the thief. Mary, ever my salvation, be swift! For my enemy, until I reach his teeth, he laughs. Send upon him a demon that laughs. For a pregnant woman at the hour of birth and labor, in the midst of a wave of terror, you covered her with a garment. As you covered her, cover me; do not leave me naked. Mary, my lady, who wove me from the womb, hands of light and a crown of myrrh. Clothe me, Mary, for your girdle of sorrow, the good bread of understanding and the wine of wisdom. If my sins are more numerous than the people, remember, my lady, with your wonderful compassion, as you gave water to drink to the thirsty heart. All the angels of heaven who are accustomed to praise, and the wise of the earth, moreover, who are joined together, they desire to write the praise of your mother, but they cannot complete the measure, for it is like the sand of the sea, without limit.

Mother of God, Mary, without gathering or distance. Between what I have offered to you, a small word of love. Open, mother, the blessing of your mouth, the ointment of kərbe. For the poor man and for what he found, misery. "Break your bread, ʾUssayəs," he said. Salutation to you, Mary, glorious, the bow of the oath of Noah. Upon the face of the earth, again from the cloud it shone. Let it not drip the rain of the eye. Salutation to you, Mary, the dove, mother of Christ, manna. Without distance and seed, in virginity. In the desert, Mount Sinai. Salutation to you, Mary, the vestment of Aaron, the high priest. And the chain of gold, which is poured out in copper through you. How, how will you wipe away the time of the orphan? Salutation to you, dove, who adorned you with a book. With a garland of gold, pure and refined, clear. Bound with wings, with the wings. Salutation to you, Mary, the garden of the son of ʾUyaraṭ and Wərēza. What was found in you for salvation and profit. The fruit of righteousness with fragrance.

Salutation to you, Mary, nature of the righteous, pure and fresh, from the pure pearl of the sea in the womb, which gives birth to the bird of the bergana. Salutation to you, Mary, give me the garment of joy and delight, as you gave them before with an oath to Deksyos and Nikola. Salutation to you, stand before me, Mary, at every time I gather hope, the bird of your miracle, a dove that spreads its wings, as she stood before the Caliph. Salutation to you, Mary, make me flourish as you made them flourish when they prayed before you, for the monks of Egypt, the measure of their prayer, so that Satan may be defeated. Salutation to you, your Son, souls, when he showed you the fire of judgment that is hot, Mary, you weep for them, kill me for their ransom. Salutation to you, you give drink to the thirsty heart with water from your hands, as you were compassionate, Mary, dove, you were compassionate for the ransom of the people. Salutation to you, Mary, be gracious to the children of this world, from the abundance of righteousness and the scarcity of lack, before the days of judgment are finished.

Is it not that a man, when he has built a house, adorns it? He prepares all its furnishings first. I ask you, give me the spirit of wisdom and adorn it. Your wonders, Mary, when I wished to recount them, and for your goodness, reconcile me, I will give. When the angel of the annunciation gave you the salutation forever, your beloved, the warrior, as he blessed you before Mary, the book of the serpent. Bless me, my Lady, with your son the Nazirite, by the blessing of Judah and Levi. The blessed Hebrew in the land of Aklim, who was far off, while he praised your name, when he bowed and fell, as you appeared to him before and spoke to him, the righteous one. Mary, appear to me where I have chosen the myrrh, for my mind is greatly troubled by this.

Is it not that a man, when he has built a house, adorns it? He prepares all its furnishings first. I ask you, give me the spirit of wisdom and adorn it. Your wonders, Mary, when I wished to recount them, and for your good Stanza 4, referring to To Damianos, who prayed to you upon the height of the mountain, a resting place; who wrote his name where the pillar of red gold, the east of the sun, bright, Mary, the morning; write my name upon your pure garment, and with the garment of your Son, cover the one who is of impure blood. Stanza 5, referring to When his hand cut off the tongue of the blasphemer, the evil priest of Rome, as you healed him before, Mary, sister of Salome, heal the wound of my soul and grant me peace; when I sang your name, the enduring one. Stanza 6, referring to Isaac the monk, after thirst and longing, your face he saw on the day of vision, as you said to him, even until the end, you will be merciful; tell me, my Lady, rejoice my heart; after three days, you will go with me. Stanza 7, referring to Who separated you, Mary, and took you, the infant, for a daughter of one who wears a cloak; as I have made you hear, the bird, and your chosen one, life; where you went, my Lady, give to me; blessed is the servant who follows the Lady.

Is it not that a man, when he has built a house, adorns it? He prepares all its furnishings first. I ask you, give me the spirit of wisdom and adorn it. Your wonders, Mary, when I wished to recount them, and for your good Stanza 8, referring to The adornment of her bed of reeds, when it was beautifully adorned. How you helped him before and made him marvel then. For this man who sought a place of weeping and joy, make me marvel, my Lady, who is adorned with purity. When my thoughts were darkened, falsehood was his father. Stanza 9, referring to A vineyard, Mary, whose fruit's taste is Adam, and the beauty of its blossom is luxuriant. Where your son was buried, Jerusalem. When the sick merchant asked you with supplication, how you made the blind man see. Make me see today. Stanza 10, referring to Zechariah and Elizabeth, amidst fifty blossoms of the vine, offered a hymn to you when the guard presented you. How you saved him before from the sword of the executioners in the midst of the desert. Save me, my Lady, and redeem me from debt. Like gold and my nature are white. Stanza 11, referring to Your power, Mary, broke the beauty of sinners. The bread of two children when they baked it together. By this your power, which showed a wonder. Your deed, my Lady, who knows its work? In your temple, I desire to dwell.

Stanza 12, referring to The Arabs of the desert, who are always in need of water, have perished. Mary, when they remembered your name before, as it happened to a man who mocked them. Your enemy, my Lady, is ever their destroyer and their death. May his food be the dust of the earth, and may his bones be scattered. Stanza 13, referring to Your power is strong, and your miracle is a wonder. How you turned back before the mountain of ʿEqona, the female dove, toward the path of loss and woe. Mary, daughter of Matti, turn back the glory of my enemy by the strength of your hand. Is it not that you are my counsel and my remembrance? Stanza 14, referring to She accepted his prayer from your spiritual milk. You who anointed the eye of John the Elder. Mary, virgin, daughter of King Ḥasētonāwi. Accept the word of my mouth and the cry of my heart. And grant my prayer; incline your ear to me. Stanza 15, referring to Life of the sick, Mary, whom you healed from his wound. For the enemy of the field, who would say, "She will not be able to." As I proclaim your wonder and your miracle, I am mingled with joy and with gladness. Until I say, "Afterward, all is finished.

Stanza 16, referring to Is it not that a man, a wild ass, you, a mare, in the desert? That which made your eyes shine when she asked you in the manner of a servant? The river of help, Mary, who is called the guide. For a king on the day of his wedding, he consumes his portion. With the water of your purity, which touched his hand. Stanza 17, referring to Mary, queen, with all the little ones, who is proud of you, mother of Israel, Rebecca. For the evening, one sister, the weight of consolation, who has made you stand. As you have poured out and completed the brightness, pour out my prayer, that it may enter the evening. Stanza 18, referring to In you they have been cleansed from the stain of sin, which stood as a fault. Those who wrote your name, the two brothers. Distant in deed, Mary, from the multitude of all the lips. Before your goodness and your mercy, the heart. The remembrance of whom? My friend, the thought. Stanza 19, referring to When George slept from the torment of the wondrous punishment, as you appeared to him in the form of a pure dove. Daughter of a king, a treasure, Mary, the narrow one. High as the sun, as the cherub casts a shadow. Shade me, my Lady, with your wing of flame.

Stanza 20, referring to The keeper of the wild ass, when with the mare, she came and entered? That which made your eyes shine? Her foot until he fled? Queen of heaven, Mary, you who bore a king. Accept the foot of my enemy as good. And upon my enemy, send a covering of strength. Stanza 21, referring to While I am your servant, without a shield or spear? That which I offer you like brothers from the land of Delga? Mary, virgin Mary, full of grace. Was I cast down before your eyes like an egg? When the act of the time of distress covered me. Stanza 22, referring to For the Frankish man, when he took refuge with you? That which gave you life, his foot, it became a stone? Mary, when I offer you a sacrifice? In my joy, let sorrow be removed. And who will remove it with water and wine? Stanza 23, referring to For Merqorewos the priest, who set you for the anointing? And gave you life, a creation from the pain that afflicts? Mary, fill my thought with your shield. For your son, a teacher of law, so that he may not forget his discipline. As one who sees in the book of his face.

Stanza 24, referring to To a woman, broken, who revived you from the heat? When she asked for you, she was astonished. The king of Israel, your father, to those in the pit and the abyss? As he gave a gift of myrtle at the time he took the branch. The grace of the Holy Spirit, give me, Mary, who is exalted. Stanza 25, referring to The sanctuary of the Law, Mary, and the evangelist of the building. The Paraclete who drives away from the womb of Sophia, swiftly, that which you conceived, a crooked conception. It will drive away my sins for your prayer with its voice. As the counsel of the sea, you will drive away its dregs. Stanza 26, referring to From the flash of swords and spears until repentance and humility. That which you kept for Baruch, you shall be called a guardian. All of time without evil, keep me, my Lady, as one who sees no error. And if I have erred, your mercy is abundant. Stanza 27, referring to The ark of God, Mary, who covers me with glory. Pure gold of holiness and also refined. Anastasius, your servant, when I am afflicted by his illness, you will be angry. As I announced to you that which brings joy, the news. The good news of peace, make me hear always.

Stanza 28, referring to Without a fault or a completion, when he fled to the desert. She who stoned him with a stone of rest, for the man who asked you, you will be called third. Turn the belly of my enemy and of my adversaries. I beseech you, Mary, with a new gospel. Stanza 29, referring to Your love saved the devourer of men, the foolish one. Because of you, a handful of water that stood by the side of a poor man. Vanity of vanities beneath the sky. What is good for the son of the mother of the living? Without your love, Mary, it is natural. Stanza 30, referring to O queen, mother of a king, a lover. As you saved before the son of the widow, the thief. Mary, ever my salvation, a laughter. For my enemy, until I make him sleep, he will be awake. Send upon him a demon that laughs. Stanza 31, referring to For a pregnant woman at the hour of birth, a laborer. Amidst a wave, a terror, whom you covered with a garment. As you covered her, cover me, do not leave me to be tested. Mary, my lady, who fashioned me from the womb. A ray of light and a fire of the sky.

Stanza 32, referring to Sesini Maryam, for your pair, a thought; a good bread of understanding and a wine of wisdom. If my sins have multiplied from the people, remember me, my Lady, with your wonderful mercy, as you gave water to drink to a thirsty dog. Stanza 33: General praise All the angels of heaven who offered praise, and the wise of the earth again who were joined together, they wrote your praise, O mother, while they desired; they could not complete the exactness of each single one, for like a flower, many and without limit is its cutting. Stanza 34: Relating to a miracle accomplished at the monastery of Kalamun on behalf of an angel who had disobeyed God Mother of God, Maryam, without gathering and scattering. Because I have offered to you a little word of love, open, O mother, the blessing of your mouth, a spice of myrrh, for the needy man and for him who found his misery. "Open your bread," said Ousaiyas.