“Pimen [writing in front of a sacred lamp]:One more, the final record, and my annalsAre ended, and fulfilled the duty laidBy God on me a sinner. Not in vainHath God appointed me for many yearsA witness, teaching me the art of letters;A day will come when some laborious monkWill bring to light my zealous, nameless toil,Kindle, as I, his lamp, and from the parchmentShaking the dust of ages will transcribeMy true narrations.”