መልክዐ፡ አቡነ፡ አካለ፡ ክርስቶስ፡

Kings of Aram, Father and Son, who have taken hold of the world, while you establish justice and increase peace, for Akala Krestos I shall write a book of his complete history. Help me to take, with the seal of your life’s discipline, that which illuminates the surface of my heart, which is full of darkness. Salutation to the remembrance of your name, which was called from all, for by his righteousness it was known and made manifest openly. Our venerable father Akala Krestos, of the hidden, bless us, you, with your word, while your hand is sealed. May the Holy Spirit, who is with you, be with us. Salutation to the hair of your head, which was shorn and separated, into the thought of Christ, whose greatness is not to be told. Akala Krestos, have mercy when I pray to you. From the city, the people of your love, whose sustenance is the food of suffering, and from your many children, the mourners. Salutation to the burial of your body and to this tomb of yours, within which your mortal body, like silver, is hidden. Akala Krestos, king of the thought of sinners, depicted in your likeness, two books of homilies, which on earth is honored and holy.

On the wing of grace, your dwelling-places, the assembly of this court; day by day may it be your custom. Akala Krestos, the word and the grief of the heart are heavy, for there is among your children one who will tell you, O son; the distant one does not hear it, and the near one who is of kin. A hymn, a homily, the sixth of the weeks, which are distinguished from the one; I have prepared for you, one by one. Akala Krestos, a Hebrew by birth from the Hebrews; bless me, that I may receive your blessing, for it is the will of the parent; the son receives the blessing of the blessed one. When he prayed in the river before the image of the cross, Akala Krestos, teaching the path of his soul, the right one; the Virgin Mary then revealed herself to him secretly, and gave him by her will this gift, which works great miracles in it. Takla Haymanot, from the multitude of the upright, who rolled the sun, his bones; the sky was broken, its west, for Christ on account of his name; and Akala Krestos, with a sword, his limbs which he burned; while father and son, in the kingdom of heaven, they are led; their faces shine more than the sun.

Salutation to your children, who are in this court. Their affliction is great and their sorrow heavy. You alone, Akala Krestos, are the one who grieves, for a father who has begotten many children grieves greatly for each one, for each relative. Akala Krestos, come to me from your garden. And if not from your children who are with you, by a cloud of light and a shoot of understanding, let your son come and see my suffering, as he saw and told you, and all the story as it brings to you. Salutation to you, city of life, which is inherited by the color of life. A son wrote you before the world. Akala Krestos is his name. Salutation to you, ship of knowledge, Akala Krestos, son of Jesus Christ. Tarshish was shaken for you by patience. Your purity is the wine of the soul. Salutation to you, Akala Krestos, for by your song you are adorned. My tongue is a straight servant, while from within my heart you say to me, "My son, my son," from your grass give me my grass.