No one goes out, of those who went into it, from the dread of the appearance of him who is in it.
He who sees the god who is in it, face to face, he who sees him dies there from his blows, except the gods who are there, and who are hidden to the glorious ones.
O this Atu, in the Netherworld. Grant that I may reach them; I am the great magician, with his knife; I am issued of Set, (I stand on) my feet for ever.
I rise, and I am mighty through this eye of Horus; my heart is raised, after it has fallen low.
I am glorious in heaven, and I am mighty on earth.
I fly like Horus, I cackle like the divine goose.
It was given me to alight near the stream of the lake; I stand near it, I sit near it, I eat of the food in Sechit Hotepit, I go down to the islands of the wandering stars.
The doors of the Maāti are open to me; and the gates of the upper waters are unbolted to me.
I raise my ladder up to the sky to see the gods.
I am one of them, I speak like the divine goose, and I listen to the gods.