Kenesmeti emefyom en tolos ken ep jin tamooshee nef golhee owi eroi se esree ai too ,, (Ai naf ekheet je ai // soos kat) x2 
Ai shoopi en af eroof an ken ep goop em pai nakti

Isos epaf naf eroi af kol em haroi, Ken ep katot bakaki af er oo oi ne en na va,, (Etai naf erof ai oosh evol je nai me) x2 , Af ee af nahmen af shenheet kharon

Etesmee emepseyoo oien hooti esnos penamaj epkhisi pef gorh pef kaki af tee oh vee tahi ree ni ,, 
(Me ermowee em paf kanavah) x2
(ev hee ni min gawi af kanavah me //) x2

Nai gol Ken ai katoo tahel pi sefol ai ee eesos paminreet // entatee ermowee naf (etaf naf eroi af shen het kha / roi //) x2
(Af sotee entotf et-hol giv voti en naval nee) x2

Taraneem

Our Tender Mother

A Stranger - Pope Shenouda III

أنت لم تنصت الي الحيه بل ** اخطأت امي وأصغت لنداها 
انت لم تقطف من الجنه بل ** قطفت امي حراما من جناها 
أنت قدوس طهور بينما ** انا من شرد في الأرض وتاها 
أنت عالٍ في سماء انما ** انا ابن الأرض اصلي من ثراها 
انت رب واله وانا ** عبدك الإثم من يعصي الإلها
فلملذا انت مصلوب هنا **وانا الخاطي حر اتباهي
حكمه يا رب لا أدركها ** وحنان قد تسامي وتناهي 

أنا اولي منك بالصلب انا ** صاحب العار الذي لوث نفسه
أنا من ضيع ويحي يومه ** في ضلال مثلما ضيع أمسه
أنا من يسعي الي الموت وفي ** نشوه أو سكرة يحفر رمسه
أنا ظمآن تولي مسرعًا ** يرتجي الحيه ان تملأ كأسه
أيها المصلوب يا من قد رأي ** كل من في العالم الناكر قدسه 
كلما طافت بك العين انزوت ** نفسي الخجلي يغطيها بكاها
فلماذا انت مصلوب هنا ** وانا الخاطي حر اتباهي 
حكمة يا رب لا ادركها ** وحنان قد تسامي وتناهي

ترنيمة أنت لم تنصت من قصائد البابا شنودة الثالث

Lyrics:

R: Oh you oh great Potter
I'm like the clay between your hands
Come create in me a new vessel 
That is pleasing before your eyes 

I give myself to you freely 
To your fingers that fashion me
I will not grieve nor relent 
I long you for you to work in me 

I come to you with all my vices
I trust in your grace and hand
My heart now I devote to you
Not to my despair nor my past

Oh You Oh Great Potter

Hold My Hand O Lord

No Dont Leave Me Alone - Arsany

Lay Down Your Burdens CYC

Based on the Lyrics of Edward C. Yong
Like meek lambs: 
you cried out: 
with your final breath: 
‘O Lord Jesus.’

+ And like roses blooming: 
in the deserts of Libya: 
you shed your blood: 
for our Saviour.

With godly valour: 
you enlightened the whole world: 
with courage and love: 
from your steadfast faith.

+ O Pride of Minya: 
and Boast of the church of Mark: 
intercede with Christ: 
that He may save our souls.

O you new martyrs: 
Victorious and Brave: 
the faithful children: 
of the Nation of the Cross:

+ You denied not Christ: 
to save your mortal lives.
With your faithfulness,
you earned the crowns of life.  

You heard the Shepherd’s Voice,
calling out to you:
“Come unto Me,
O Blessed of My Father”

+ He embraced you, 
with arms open wide,
and you found true rest,
by the shores of Paradise.

Your blood blessed the sea,
and spread throughout the earth,
planting the seed of faith,
in the hearts of the Christians.

+ You witnessed to us: 
who honour your struggle:
that the Lord gives strength: 
in the hour of trial.

By your example: 
we raise our voice and sing:
O Lord Jesus, 
be our comfort and strength!

Like Meek Lambs (Glorification for Martyrs of Libya) تمجيد لشهداء ليبيا - Mina Ghattas

Atai Parthenos is a specific hymn for the glorification of saint mary.
We pray it during all Virgin Mary's feast and during she's fast as well more than any time of the year.

We are imagining David the prophet playing with his harp and with every single string of the harp he sing a verse from a psalm about Virgin Mary

Atai parthenos - اطاي بارثينوس

Of All Nations

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هللوا سبحوا اسم يسوع

In The Midst Of The Raging Sea (Coptic) by Boules Malak

A stranger I lived in the world - غريبا عشت في الدنيا

*From the Poems of H.H Pope Shenouda III

A stranger I lived in the world
A foreigner like my forefathers
A pilgrim in my attitude
In my thoughts and my desires
A Stranger, I have no one to
Unload on him, my thoughts so true

The people do not like my roots
Nor do they understand my end
In craze arise the multitude
In maddening noise without an end
And I remain in solitude
Serenity in my heart felt
A stranger, I can find no home
Nor a corner to rest alone

I cast away the world's pleasures
Ignoring her callings to me
I went, I dragged away my things
Away from their merry-makings
My heart silent, indifferent
To all they think is important
My listening will never yield
To loud and worldly conversing

I wander off all on my own
So happy to be in the vast
With my timbrel and my cymbal
And melodies of praise I sing
And now comes the holy moment
In which I Retreat with my King
I roam about as a spirit
Invisible to on-lookers
The world alien I am to it
A foreigner like my forefathers

My existence is a triumph
No wealth, power to disturb me
No house is here to delay me
Nor any friend or family
And with me are the sweet verses
And great proverbs to console me
The Bible here my only lamp
And nothing else to concern me

I do not know of any fear
Nor any bonds that hinder me
No longer does the world rule me
Against me and at times for me
No longer does the world rule me
Against me and at times for me
I say to every enemy
Who only wants to seduce me
Beware that now I am alive
A stranger as were my fathers.

In The Midst Of The Raging Sea (Coptic) by Boules Malak

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