May he peck the eyes

Of him who pecks The Eye

Great River! Anoint me with a shroud of flies!

As Feed I am set free

Gift to the soil
Oh with what a sight I see
There is no toil

No strain for light
Breadth within bread

Milled by Sets rite
O blessed dead!

Dance across the sky
Fire wreathed
Let the hawkwind fly!

May he peck the eye

of him who pecks the eyes

Be Sated now

Be liberated now
From the dawdling on the threshold
Supple as Nuit’s bow

Upon my head the Asp
Guardian
Of the iron will within my grasp

O Ka!
Redeemed through dust
The wish I saw

Eternal trust

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