The trumpets down below played the hymn to Aton:
"Glorious is Thy rising in the East
Lord and giver of life, Aton!"
The dead sky revived and turned rosy. A red ember blazed up in the misty gorge of the Arabian mountains and the first ray of the sun glittered on Aton's disc.
The king rose, took Dio by the hand and led her up the sloping approach to the great altar of the Sun. He turned to the East, raised his arms and said:
"I come to glorify thy rays, living Aton..."
But his voice failed him: he suddenly felt that he could no longer pray to Aton.
He fell on his knees and cried:
"My God, my God, have mercy upon me, a sinner! In thee have I put my trust, let me never be ashamed...."
And with a sob he beat his head against the flagstones:
"Let me never, never be ashamed!"