Madeha :: مديحة

Hail to you Saint Mark,
The son of Aristopolos,
The preacher of Christ's name,
Markos pi-apostolos. (Mark the Apostle)

You were born in Cyrene,
Your name is in every place,
Remaining for all ages,
Markos pi-apostolos.

You came to Palestine,
The land of the saints,
Fleeing from Libya,
Markos pi-apostolos.

You followed the Lord Jesus,
You drank from the spring,
You preached everywhere,
Markos pi-apostolos.

Mark and his father found,
Two lions walking,
You prayed and they died,
Markos pi-apostolos.

Saint Mary your mother,
Made her house a church,
She served a great service,
Markos pi-apostolos.

Jesus was far away,
Sent to you, wanting,
To celebrate the Passover,
Markos pi-apostolos.

Our great Lord made,
The last Passover,
He was patient to the wicked,
Markos pi-apostolos.

You followed Him to the garden,
The youth took hold of you,
You escaped from them naked,
Markos pi-apostolos.

You know the mysteries,
Of the mighty God,
Through them, the righteous is saved,
Markos pi-apostolos.

The Spirit of comfort dwelt,
Upon those who gathered,
In your house on Pentecost,
Markos pi-apostolos.

Like tongues of fire,
In broad daylight,
Settling on the pure ones,
Markos pi-apostolos.

You spoke with the tongues,
Of the people of the world,
While performing signs,
Markos pi-apostolos.

The nations came to you,
Submitting to you,
Believing in the Lord Jesus,
Markos pi-apostolos.

Three thousands were baptized,
Lead by your guidance,
Living in chastity,
Markos pi-apostolos.

After the Pentecost,
You went away to preach,
To the whole world
Markos pi-apostolos.

O Mark our father,
The love that came to us,
To the faith, he led us,
Markos pi-apostolos.

When you heard Anianus,
Proclaiming, "O one God,"
You showed him Christ's way,
Markos pi-apostolos.

You ordained Anianus,
A bishop with priests,
To serve the souls,
Markos pi-apostolos.

You established the school,
Of theology,
The first seminary,
Markos pi-apostolos.

The fathers came out of it,
Patriarchs and scholars,
They kept the faith with blood,
Markos pi-apostolos.

Your virtues increased,
The Spirit inspired you,
To write your gospel,
Markos pi-apostolos.

You wrote to the Romans,
And all the sons of men,
About the King and Judge,
Markos pi-apostolos.

You completed the strife,
With the blood of martyrdom,
At the appointed time,
Markos pi-apostolos.

On the day of the feast,
The people dragged you,
To the flames of fire,
Markos pi-apostolos.

God sent from heaven,
Clouds carrying water,
Putting out the fire,
Markos pi-apostolos.

On the last day of Baramouda,
We have a tradition,
To remember the martyrdom of,
Markos pi-apostolos.

On the end of Babah a feast,
The appearance of the head,
A help to him in need,
Markos pi-apostolos.

On the fifteenth of Baona,
Pope Kerrolos with a help,
Returned the relic of our father,
Markos pi-apostolos.

Who is like you O beholder of God,
Who is invisible,
We worship and glorify Him,
Markos pi-apostolos.

Saint Mark the pillar,
Of the truth,
A lion came out to rule,
Markos pi-apostolos.

The exposition of your name
is in the mouth of the believers
all of them proclaim
"O God of St. Mark, help us all."

Another Translation:
Hail to you Saint Mark,
the son of Aristobolos,
who preached the name of Isos,
Markos pi-apostolos.

You were born in Cyrene,
And fled to Palestine,
The land of the Divine,
Markos pi-apostolos.

You followed Jesus Christ,
From the east to the west,
While He was in your midst,
Markos pi-apostolos.

While the lions attacked,
You and your father prayed,
So immediately they died,
Markos pi-apostolos.

Our Lord sent Peter,
To prepare the Passover,
In the house of your father,
Markos pi-apostolos.

You were carrying a pitcher,
Which was full of water,
They followed til you entered,
Markos pi-apostolos.

And the Lord said,
"This is My Body and Blood,
For you it is shed,"
Markos pi-apostolos.

To the garden you followed,
The men laid hold of you,
You fled from them naked,
Markos pi-apostolos.

In your house the Comforter,
Descended like fire,
God answered your prayer,
Markos pi-apostolos.

With tongues you spoke to men,
From every nation,
About the resurrection,
Markos pi-apostolos.

You brought us the good news,
About Pikhristos,
And ordained Anianos,
Markos pi-apostolos.

You wrote the first witness,
About Jesus´ greatness,
Describing His Holiness,
Markos pi-apostolos.

In Alexandria you built,
A school that was the first,
Many popes graduated from it,
Markos pi-apostolos.

And when you were martyred,
Your body was not burned,
God ordered and it rained,
Markos pi-apostolos.

You´re the Beholder of God,
And our intercessor,
Remember us in your prayers,
Markos pi-apostolos.

Your name is on the mouths,
Of all the faithful,
They all say O God,
of Saint Mark help us all.