Gird thy children with the armor of justice.
SOUTH.
Thou who at thy rising doth manifest the splendor of truth,
And at thy meridian causest the fruit of the earth to ripen in its season,
Give, O Horo! at thy setting, peace to all thy children.
WEST.
Thou who dwellest in the manifest and the invisible,
And makest one the astral deep and the mountain of substance,
Grant, O Dama! union to the souls of thy people.
NORTH.