Hail Harakhte, lord of the two horizons,
In your beauty, in your spendor,
On your thrones, in your radiance !
Great One, whose greatness cannot be comprehended,
Lord of the throne, who keeps secret what is hidden.
High One, whose circuit is unknown.
Greatest of powers, fremost one of the East:
How mysterious are your forms,
Though y ou reveal yourself in heaven each day.
I rais my arms in praise of your Ka,
You have gladdened my heart with your beauty,
all rejoice when you are seen !
You are ancestor of the living,
Guardian of those in the Duat,
You are enduring in time.
You are possessor of the royal crowns,
custodian of the sceptres,
keeper of all offerings in the Western land.
Sole watchman, who loaths slumber:
you shine upon the millions
with your beautiful face.
Grand that I may cross the sky with you,
and complete the task of yesterday each day.
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