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Syriac Hymns Index > Btar'okh Moran
 

English:  Btar'okh Moran
Arabic: بترعوخ موران
Voice: Deacon Jimmy Daly
Music: Deacon Emanuel Aynaz
Type: MP3
Length: 00:02:24
Language: Syriac

 

 

 Btar’okh moran  noqésh-no w-mén béth gazokh / rahmé shoyél no/ hatoyo no dashnayo steeth mén oorhokh / hab lee dawdé bahtohay wé’bar ménhoon / weehé btayboothokh.

 

Bathra’ man neezal néqoosh élo bthar’okh / hanono moran / w-manoo eeth lan dan-feesokh ‘al sakhloothan / én rahmayk lo nfee-sonokh malko dmalké / soghdeen leeqoré.

 

Shubho: abo wabro w-rooh qoodsho hwee lan shooro / ro-mo w-béth gawso / mén beesho whay-lawothé dmaqréb ‘aman / bkhénfé drahmayk satar lan mo dméth-farsheen / tobé mén beeshé.

 

Néhwé qolo dasloothan qleetho dfo-tah lthar’v dashmayo / wneemroon rabay malakhé mén séthrayhoon / kmo baseem qol ‘afroné morio mfané/ ba’gal shéloth-hoon.

 

 

بْتَرْعُخْ مُرَانْ نُقِشْنُو وْمِنْ بِثْ جَازُخْ: رَحْمِه شُيِلْنُو. حَاطُيُنُو دَشْنَايُو صْطِيث مِنْ أُورْحُخْ: هَبْ لِي ذَوْدِه بَحْطُهَايْ وِعْبَارْ مِنْهُونْ: وِيحِه بْطَيْبُوثُخْ.

بَثْرَعْ مَانْ نِيزَال نِقُوشْ إِلُو بْثَرْعُخْ حَانُنُو مُرَانْ. وْمَانُو إِيثْ لانْ دَنْفِيسُخْ عَلْ سَخْلُوثَانْ: إِنْ رَحْمَيْكْ لُو نْفِيسُونُخْ مَلْكُو دْمَلْكِه: سُغْدِينْ لِيقورِه.

شوبحو: آبُو وَبْرُو وْرُوحْ قُودْشُو هْوِي لانْ شُورُو رُمُو وْبِثْ جَوْسُو. مِنْ بِيشُو وْحَيْلاوُثِه دْمَقْرِبْ عَامَانْ: بْخِنْفِه دْرَحْمَايْكْ سَاتَارْلانْ مُو دْمِثْفَرْشِينْ: طُبِه مِنْ بِيشِه.

نِهْوِي قُلُو دَصْلُوثَانْ قْلِيذُو دْفُتَاحْ لْثَرْعِه دَشْمَايُو. وْنِيمْرُونْ رَابَايْ مَالاخِه مِنْ سِذْرَيْهُونْ: كْمُو بَاسِيمْ قُلْ عَفْرُنِه مُرْيُو مْفَانِه: بَعْجَلْ شِلُوثْهُونْ.

 

 

I’m knocking at your door Lord asking for your mercy. I’m the sinner who lost your ways. Give me strength to confess my trespasses and leave the life of sin and live in your blessings

Door of whom shall we knock at other than yours O merciful Lord? Who else can we confess to about our sins? You are the king of kings and everyone bows to.

Father, Son and Holy Spirit become our shelter from evil and his forces that fight us. In the dwellings of your mercy protect us when you separate the goods from the bad ones.

May the voice of our prayers open the door of heaven where the head of angels shout “how nice is the voice of human beings created from sand, the Lord may fulfill their needs”.