Hymn for the Fourth Week :: مديح للأسبوع الرابع

I open my mouth with praise,
To our Lord Jesus Christ,
I praise Mary and cry saying,
Hail to you, O Mother of Christ.

Through you, the pride of humanity,
We were returned to Paradise,
After fifty-five hundred years,
Hail to you, O Mother of Christ.

Gabriel spoke with you,
The head of the angelic ranks,
He greeted you with peace saying,
Hail to you, O Mother of Christ.

“I came from God, and was sent to you,
With grace, O firstborn Bride,
The Father’s power overshadows you,”
Hail to you, O Mother of Christ.

You bore, O Virgin, the Lord of glory,
The Holy One will be born of you,
Through you, the promises come to pass,
Hail to you, O Mother of Christ.

The Creator of all humanity,
Was hidden in your womb,
For nine full months,
Hail to you, O Mother of Christ.

You were a virgin and you gave birth,
To the Creator of all spirits,
Upon your arms you carried Him,
Hail to you, O Mother of Christ.

You raised Him as a human,
Complete, touchable, and manifest,
While He is the Creator of the world,
Hail to you, O Mother of Christ.

You adorned the whole world,
O Mary the Virgin,
Until the Father looked down upon you,
Hail to you, O Mother of Christ.

Solomon said in the Song of Songs,
Your vestments fragrance is dignified,
Even more than the sweetest aroma,
Hail to you, O Mother of Christ.

Isaiah uttered faithfully,
About you, O firstborn Bride,
That you will give birth to the Lord of lords,
Hail to you, O Mother of Christ.

Hosea explained about your,
Conception of your holy Son,
Like dew that comes down on wool,
Hail to you, O Mother of Christ.

They spoke of you in many symbols,
You amazed the patriarchs,
And also Jeremiah and Daniel,
Hail to you, O Mother of Christ.

Blessed is she who was seen,
As a bush, engulfed in a blaze,
Your conception of the divine Fire,
Hail to you, O Mother of Christ.

The sweetest aroma came out of you,
And David praised you in his psalms,
He said you are the gate of Zion,
Hail to you, O Mother of Christ.

You are above the Cherubim,
You are the throne of the Lord of hosts,
You are more honored than the Seraphim,
Hail to you, O Mother of Christ.

Sweeter than sugar on my lips,
Is your praise preciously priced,
Intercede on my behalf on Judgment Day,
Hail to you, O Mother of Christ.

Adam and all his descendants,
Your Son set free from the curse,
You delivered your fathers from exile,
Hail to you, O Mother of Christ.

A tabernacle for forgiveness,
An altar of the Lord, O most chaste,
No tongue can describe your virtues,
Hail to you, O Mother of Christ.

All the nations of the world,
Praise you with all their heart,
With joyful voices they all sing,
Hail to you, O Mother of Christ.

You are the Ark of the Covenant,
Ascribed by the fingers of the Lord of hosts,
You are likened to the throne of God,
Hail to you, O Mother of Christ.

You are the golden censer holding fire,
In the hand of Aaron the priest,
And also the righteous Aaron’s rod,
Hail to you, O Mother of Christ.

You are the morning star shining,
The brightest in all of the sky,
You are the light of our orthodox faith,
Hail to you, O Mother of Christ.

You are my reason for,
Entering the heavenly Paradise,
In spite of all my transgressions,
Hail to you, O Mother of Christ.

This my arrangement, I the poor,
Mettaous the Hegumen,
Sinful, poor and miserable,
Hail to you, O Mother of Christ.

My birthplace is called Bahgoura,
In it, Saint George’s church,
Where gifts are offered daily,
Hail to you, O Mother of Christ.

For from the old times,
The struggle-mantled martyr,
Has a great status in every place,
My lord prince George.

Save us, our faithful advocate,
From the deceit of Satan the cursed,
We are your children, help us,
Hail to you, O Mother of Christ.

I will praise you day and night,
O Mary the Virgin,
Hail to the purest of our race,
The intercessor of the Christians.