[52]“Thy dawning is beautiful in the horizon of heaven, O living Aton, Beginning of life! When Thou risest in the eastern horizon of heaven, Thou fillest every land with Thy beauty; For Thou are beautiful, great, glittering, high over the earth; Thy rays, they encompass the lands, even all Thou hast made. Thou art Ra, and Thou hast carried them all away captive; Thou bindest them by Thy love. Though Thou art afar, Thy rays are on earth; Though Thou art on high, Thy footprints are the day.
When Thou settest in the western horizon of heaven, The world is in darkness like the dead. Men sleep in their chambers, Their heads are wrapped up, Their nostrils stopped, and none seeth the other. Stolen are all their things that are under their heads, While they know it not. Every lion cometh forth from his den, All serpents, they sting. Darkness reigns, The world is in silence: He that made them has gone to rest in His horizon.
Bright is the earth, when Thou risest in the horizon, When Thou shinest as Aton by day. The darkness is banished When Thou sendest forth Thy rays; The two lands [of Egypt] are in daily festivity, Awake and standing upon their feet, For Thou hast raised them up. Their limbs bathed, they take their clothing, Their arms uplifted in adoration to Thy dawning. Then in all the world they do their work.
All cattle rest upon the herbage, All trees and plants flourish; The birds flutter in their marshes, Their wings uplifted in adoration to Thee. All the sheep dance upon their feet, All winged things fly, They live when Thou hast shone upon them.
The barques sail up-stream and down-stream alike. Every highway is open because Thou hast dawned. The fish in the river leap up before Thee, And Thy rays are in the midst of the great sea.
Thou art He who createst the man-child in woman, Who makest seed in man, Who giveth life to the son in the body of his mother, Who soothest him that he may not weep, A nurse [even] in the womb. Who giveth breath to animate every one that He maketh. When he cometh forth from the body ... On the day of his birth, Thou openest his mouth in speech, Thou suppliest his necessities.
When the chicken crieth in the egg-shell, Thou givest him breath therein, to preserve him alive; When Thou hast perfected him That he may pierce the egg, He cometh forth from the egg, To chirp with all his might; He runneth about upon his two feet, When he hath come forth therefrom.