|May the faithful departed who put You on through baptism put on, in Eden, the robe of glory.||ܥܰܢܺܝ̈ܕܶܐ ܡܗܰܝ̈ܡܢܶܐ ܆ ܕܠܰܒܫܘܽܟ ܒܰܥܡܳܕܳܐ ܆ ܢܶܬܥܰܛܦܘܽܢ ܒܰܥܕܶܝܢ ܆ ܐܶܣܛܰܠ ܬܶܫܒܘܽܚܬܳܐ ܀|
|The mouths that professed You, ate You and drank Your blood, shout with the angels, “Glory be upon Your coming!”||ܦ̈ܘܽܡܶܐ ܕܰܐܘܕܺܝܘ ܒܳܟ ܆ ܘܰܐܟܠܘܽܟ ܘܐܶܫܬܺܝܘ ܕܡܳܟ ܆ ܥܰܡ ܥܺܝܪ̈ܶܐ ܢܶܩܥܘܽܢ ܆ ܫܘܽܒܚܳܐ ܒܡܶܐܬܺܝܬܳܟ ܀|
|The hands and feet that have ministered at the altar|
may they not, Lord, be burnt up in the fire of Gehenna.
|ܐܺܝ̈ܕܰܝܳܐ ܘܪ̈ܶܓܠܶܐ ܆ ܕܫ̈ܰܡܶܫܝ ܩܕܳܡ ܡܰܕܒܚܳܐ ܆ ܠܳܐ ܡܳܪܝ ܢܶܣ̈ܬܰܝܛܳܢ ܆ ܒܢܘܽܪܳܐ ܕܓܺܗܰܢܳܐ ܀|
|Glory be to the Voice, who calls the departed so that they may rise incorruptibly and sing glory.||ܫܘܽܒܚܳܐ ܠܗܰܘ ܩܳܠܳܐ ܆ ܕܩܳܪܶܐ ܠܥܰܢܺܝ̈ܕܷܐ ܆ ܘܩܳܝܡܺܝܢ ܕܠܳܐ ܚܒܳܠܳܐ ܆ ܘܙܳܡܪܺܝܢ ܬܶܫܒܘܽܚܬܳܐ ܀|