Let me reach the Land of Ages, let me gain the Land of Eternity; for thou, my Lord, hast destined them for me.
The Osiris N; he saith:—
Hail to thee who risest up from the Horizon as Râ in union with Maāt; thou dost traverse heaven in peace and all men see thee as thou goest forward. And after being concealed from them thou presentest thyself at the dawn of each day.
Brisk is the bark under thy Majesty.
Thy rays are upon men’s faces; the golden glories they cannot be told: not to be described are thy beams.
The Lands of the gods, the colours of Punit([6]) are seen in them; that men may form an estimate of that which is hidden from their faces.
Alone art thou when thy form riseth up upon the Sky; let me advance as thou advancest, like thy Majesty, without a pause, O Râ, whom none can outstrip.
A mighty march is thine; Leagues by millions, and hundreds of thousands, in a small moment thou hast travelled them, and thou goest to rest.
Thou completest the hours of the Night, according as thou hast measured them out. And when thou hast completed them according to thy rule, day dawneth.
Thou presentest thyself at thy place as Râ, as thou risest from the Horizon.