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Your appearing is beautiful
in the horizon of heaven,
The Living Aten, the beginning of life;
you rise in the horizon of the east,
you fill every land with your beauty.
You are very beautiful, brilliant
and exalted above earth.
Your beams encompass all lands
which you have made.
You are the sun, you set their bounds,
You bind them with your love.
You are afar off, but your beams are upon the land;
you are on high, but the day passes with your going.
You rest in the western horizon of heaven,
and the land is in darkness like the dead.
They lie in their houses, their heads are covered,
Their breath is shut up, and eye sees not to eye;
Their things are taken, even from under their heads, and they know it not.
Every lion comes forth from his den,
and all the serpents then bite;
the night shines with its lights,
the land lies in silence;
for he who made them is in his horizon.
The land brightens,
for you rise in the horizon,
shining as the Aten in the day;
the darkness flees,
for you give your beams,
Both lands are rejoicing every day.
Men awake and stand upon their feet,
for you lift them up;
they bathe their limbs,
they clothe themselves,
they lift their heads in adoration of your rising,
throughout the land they do their labours.
The cattle all rest in their pastures,
where grow the trees and herbs;
the birds fly in their haunts,
their wings adoring your ka,
all the flocks leap upon their feet,
the small birds live when you rise upon them.
The ships go forth north and south,
for every way opens at your rising.
The fishes in the river swim up to greet you,
your beams are within the depth of the great sea.
You created conception in women,
making the issue of mankind;
you make the son to live in the body of his mother,
you quiet him that he should not mourn,
nursing him in the body,
giving the spirit that all his growth may live.
When he comes forth on the day of his birth,
you open his mouth to speak,
you do what he needs.
The small bird in the egg, sounding within the shell,
you give to it breath within the egg,
to give life to that which you make.
It gathers itself to break forth from the egg,
it comes from the egg, and chirps with all its might,
it runs on its feet, when it has come forth.
How many are the things which you have made!
You created the land by your will, you alone,
with peoples, herds and flocks,
everything on the face of the earth that
walks on its feet,
everything in the air that flies with its wings.
In the hills from Syria to Kush,
and the plain of Egypt,
you give to every one his place,
you frame their lives,
to every one his belongings,
reckoning his length of days;
Their tongues are diverse in their speech,
their natures in the colour of their skin.
As the divider you divide the strange peoples.
When you have made the Nile beneath the earth,
you bring it according to your will
to make the people to live:
Even as you have formed them unto yourself,
you are throughout their Lord,
even in their weakness.
O Lord of the land that rises for them.
Aten of the day,
revered by every distant land,
you make their life,
you placed a Nile in heaven
that it may rain upon them,
that it may make waters upon the hills
like the great sea,
watering their fields amongst their cities.
How excellent are your ways!
O Lord of eternity,
the Nile in Heaven is for the strange people,
and all wild beasts that go upon their feet.
The Nile that comes from below the earth
is for the land of Egypt,
that it may nourish every field.
You shine and they live by you.
You make the seasons of the year
to create all your works;
the winter making them cool,
the summer giving warmth.
You make the far-off heaven,
that you may rise in it,
that you may see all that you made
when you were alone.
Rising in your forms as the living Aten,
shining afar off and returning.
The villages, the cities, and the tribes,
on the road and the river,
all eyes see you before them,
you are the Aten of the day over all the land.
You are in my heart,
there is none who knows you,
excepting your son Akhnaten;
you cause that he should have understanding,
in your ways and in your might.
The land is in your hand,
even as you have made them;
You shine and they live,
and when you set they die;
for by you the people live,
they look on your excellencies until your setting;
they lay down all their labours
when you set in the west,
and when you rise, they grow.
....... * .......
Since the day that you laid the
foundations of the earth,
you raised them up for your son
who came forth from your substance,
the king of Egypt, living in Truth,
lord of both lands, Akhnaten,
son of the sun, living in Truth, Akhenaten,
great in his duration;
Nefer'neferu'Aten
Nefer'iti, living and flourishing
for ever eternally.
Based on the translation of Griffith,
as quoted by Sir Flinders Petrie in
A History of Egypt (1899), Vol. 2, pp. 215-218.
in the horizon of heaven,
The Living Aten, the beginning of life;
you rise in the horizon of the east,
you fill every land with your beauty.
You are very beautiful, brilliant
and exalted above earth.
Your beams encompass all lands
which you have made.
You are the sun, you set their bounds,
You bind them with your love.
You are afar off, but your beams are upon the land;
you are on high, but the day passes with your going.
You rest in the western horizon of heaven,
and the land is in darkness like the dead.
They lie in their houses, their heads are covered,
Their breath is shut up, and eye sees not to eye;
Their things are taken, even from under their heads, and they know it not.
Every lion comes forth from his den,
and all the serpents then bite;
the night shines with its lights,
the land lies in silence;
for he who made them is in his horizon.
The land brightens,
for you rise in the horizon,
shining as the Aten in the day;
the darkness flees,
for you give your beams,
Both lands are rejoicing every day.
Men awake and stand upon their feet,
for you lift them up;
they bathe their limbs,
they clothe themselves,
they lift their heads in adoration of your rising,
throughout the land they do their labours.
The cattle all rest in their pastures,
where grow the trees and herbs;
the birds fly in their haunts,
their wings adoring your ka,
all the flocks leap upon their feet,
the small birds live when you rise upon them.
The ships go forth north and south,
for every way opens at your rising.
The fishes in the river swim up to greet you,
your beams are within the depth of the great sea.
You created conception in women,
making the issue of mankind;
you make the son to live in the body of his mother,
you quiet him that he should not mourn,
nursing him in the body,
giving the spirit that all his growth may live.
When he comes forth on the day of his birth,
you open his mouth to speak,
you do what he needs.
The small bird in the egg, sounding within the shell,
you give to it breath within the egg,
to give life to that which you make.
It gathers itself to break forth from the egg,
it comes from the egg, and chirps with all its might,
it runs on its feet, when it has come forth.
How many are the things which you have made!
You created the land by your will, you alone,
with peoples, herds and flocks,
everything on the face of the earth that
walks on its feet,
everything in the air that flies with its wings.
In the hills from Syria to Kush,
and the plain of Egypt,
you give to every one his place,
you frame their lives,
to every one his belongings,
reckoning his length of days;
Their tongues are diverse in their speech,
their natures in the colour of their skin.
As the divider you divide the strange peoples.
When you have made the Nile beneath the earth,
you bring it according to your will
to make the people to live:
Even as you have formed them unto yourself,
you are throughout their Lord,
even in their weakness.
O Lord of the land that rises for them.
Aten of the day,
revered by every distant land,
you make their life,
you placed a Nile in heaven
that it may rain upon them,
that it may make waters upon the hills
like the great sea,
watering their fields amongst their cities.
How excellent are your ways!
O Lord of eternity,
the Nile in Heaven is for the strange people,
and all wild beasts that go upon their feet.
The Nile that comes from below the earth
is for the land of Egypt,
that it may nourish every field.
You shine and they live by you.
You make the seasons of the year
to create all your works;
the winter making them cool,
the summer giving warmth.
You make the far-off heaven,
that you may rise in it,
that you may see all that you made
when you were alone.
Rising in your forms as the living Aten,
shining afar off and returning.
The villages, the cities, and the tribes,
on the road and the river,
all eyes see you before them,
you are the Aten of the day over all the land.
You are in my heart,
there is none who knows you,
excepting your son Akhnaten;
you cause that he should have understanding,
in your ways and in your might.
The land is in your hand,
even as you have made them;
You shine and they live,
and when you set they die;
for by you the people live,
they look on your excellencies until your setting;
they lay down all their labours
when you set in the west,
and when you rise, they grow.
....... * .......
Since the day that you laid the
foundations of the earth,
you raised them up for your son
who came forth from your substance,
the king of Egypt, living in Truth,
lord of both lands, Akhnaten,
son of the sun, living in Truth, Akhenaten,
great in his duration;
Nefer'neferu'Aten
Nefer'iti, living and flourishing
for ever eternally.
Based on the translation of Griffith,
as quoted by Sir Flinders Petrie in
A History of Egypt (1899), Vol. 2, pp. 215-218.
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