RA - DISK OF THE DAY - Hymn to the SUN

Homage to you who is the perfect RA of each day, who rises each morning without respite, and who is the Kephri burdened with work. We have your rays in our eyes and are not able to perceive them. The most pure gold is not comparable to your splendour. Carver whom you carved yourself, you have cast your own body, O sculptor who has never been sculpted. You who are alone in your species, you who travel over the heights of eternity, and under whose image are the ways of millions, such is your splendor, such is the splendor of the firmament; your colors are more brilliant than its colors. When in navigating you traverse the heavens, all men contemplate you; you continue (under the earth as well) hidden to their eyes. You present yourself in the morning as a daily task. The navigation of your barque is impeccable, under your Majesty. In a short day you devour a space of millions of hundreds of thousands of miles. Each day for you is but a moment, and after travelling through it, you retire. In the same way you accomplish the hours of the night. You carry out this course without respite from your efforts. All eyes see by your grace; and they cease to see when your majesty is retired. You put beings in movement in order to emerge. Your rays create the morning; they open the eyes that awaken. You lie down in the regions of Manu, and at the same instant they sleep as if they were dead. Homage to you, DISK OF THE DAY (Aten), who has created humans and who has given them life. Grand falcon of speckled plumage who has come in order to raise himself up by his own means, appearing of his own accord without being put into the world, Horus the Elder who is in the middle of celestial Nut, for whom gestures are made at the rising as at the setting...Founder of what produces the ground Khnum, Amun of the humans, who carries along with him the inhabitants of the Two Lands, from the greatest to the smallest. Beneficent mother of the Gods and of men, patient and untiring worker when he makes them in incalculable number. Valiant herdsman who leads his beasts; their shelter, he who gives them life. He who hurries, he who runs, he who accomplishes his revolutions, Kephri of the illustrious birth, raising his perfection in the belly of celestial Nut; giving light to the Two Lands from his DISK (Aten), the primordial of the Two Lands, who created himself and who saw himself while he was creating himself. Unique master, who reaches the extremity of the earths each day, viewed by those who circle on them, emerging as a figure who contemplates from on high what passes during the day. He composes the seasons with months, sets the atmosphere ablaze to his liking, makes the freshness of the air to his liking. He causes the human body to extend or to retract. The whole earth gesticulates...

-from the Temple of Man