Akhenaten,
A Hymn of praise of Her-aakhuti
(1923)
“ Thou settest in the horizon of the west, the earth is in darkness, in the form of death. Men lie down in a booth wrapped up in cloths, one eye cannot see its fellow. If all their possessions, which are under their heads, be carried away they perceive it not. 4Every lion emergeth from his lair, all the creeping things bite, darkness [is] a warm retreat (?) . The land is in silence. He who made them hath set in his horizon. The earth becometh light, thou shootest up in the horizon, shining in the Aten in the day, thou scatterest the darkness. ”
