Praise To Aten
By Ankhenaten
P h a r a o h O f T h e S u n
Glorious, you rise on the horizon of heaven, O living Aten, creator of life.
When you have risen on the Eastern horizon You fill every land with your beauty.
You are gorgeous, great and radiant, high over every land.
Your rays embrace all the lands that you have made.
You are Re and so you reach their boundaries, Limiting them for your beloved Son.
Though you are far away, your rays are upon the Earth.
Though you are seen, your movement is not.
When you set on the Western horizon the land is dark, like death.
Night is spent asleep as in a bedroom with a covered head,
One eye does not see the other.
If the possessions under their heads were stolen, No one would notice it.
Every lion comes out from it`s den, and every serpent bites.
Darkness descends and the Earth is hushed,
Because their maker rests on the horizon.
The Earth is illuminated when you rise on the horizon
And shine as the Aten in the daytime.
You banish the darkness when you cast your rays.
Never let them tell you who you are...
As it was in the beginning so shall it be in the end.
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