Egyptian religious poetry

HYMNS TO THE SUN 61 I shall catch a glimpse of the Abd-fish

In that moment when it is seen ; While in turquoise eddies the Ynt-fish Shall flash in a golden sheen.

The Evil One I shall slaughter Where he lies in wait for the Sun ;

I shall gash his side with my weapon, He shall die ere the day is done.

The breezes shall blow so softly To waft the Boat on its way As it sails to the western horizon

In peace at the close of the day.

Then Wisdom shall be at the tiller, And Righteousness stand at the prow, And Ré shall set in his glory, The Serpent upon his brow.

The gods shall rejoice in his presence, For he makes the darkness to cease ;

The Horizon-dwellers shall praise him For they see him coming in peace.

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Hatt, all ye gods of the Temple of the Soul, who weigh heaven and earth in the scales, who give the funerary offerings. Hail, Tatunen, the Only One, Creator of men! Hail, Enneads of the gods of the South and the North, of the West and the