Pharaoh Jahil
04-14-2005, 03:31 PM
The Hymn to The Aten
By Akhenaten
Glorious, you rise on the horizon of heaven,
O living Aten, creator of life.
When you have risen on the Eastern horizon
You fill every land with your beauty.
You are gorgeous, great and radiant, high over every land.
Your rays embrace all the lands that you have made.
You are Re and so you reach their boundaries,
Limiting them for your beloved Son.
Though you are far away, your rays are upon the Earth.
Though you are seen, your movement is not.
When you set on the Western horizon the land is dark, like death.
Night is spent asleep as in a bedroom with a covered head,
One eye does not see the other.
If the possessions under their heads were stolen,
No one would notice it.
Every lion comes out from it's den, and every serpent bites.
Darkness descends and the Earth is hushed,
Because their maker rests on the horizon.
The Earth is illuminated when you rise on the horizon
And shine as the Aten in the daytime.
You banish the darkness when you cast your rays.
The Two Lands celebrate, lively and aroused now that you
have awakened them ; with bodies cleansed and clothed
they raise their arms to adore your rising.
Now the whole land begins to work.
All the cattle graze on the fodder, trees and plants grow.
Birds fly up from their nests, their wings stretched in praise of your spirit.
All the flocks gambol on their feet and everything that flies
and perches lives because you have arisen for them.
Ships sail to the North and South,while roads open at your rising.
The fish in the river leap before you, for your rays are in the middle of the sea.
You make the seed grow in women and create people from sperm.
You feed the Son who lies in his Mother's womb
and comfort him to stop his tears.
You are the nurse within the womb,who gives breath to all that is made.
On the day he is born you open his mouth to supply his needs.
When the chick in the egg chirps within his shell you give him breath to live,
And when his time is ready to break out from the shell
he comes to proclaim his birth, walking on his legs.
How many are the things you do, although hidden from view,
O unique God, without compare.
You created the world as you desired,
Alone - all people, all cattle, all flocks, everything which walks with it's feet on the Earth and everything that flies with it's wings in the air.
The Northern lands of Asia, the Southern lands of Africa
and the land of Egypt - you have set every person in their place
and you have supplied their needs.
Everyone has his food and his allotted lifetime.
Tongues differ in their speech, and also characters,
For you have differentiated mankind.
You created the Nile in the Netherworld.
You bring him forth at your will to feed the people,
Since you made them for yourself, Lord of all, who toils for them,
Lord of all lands, the Aten who shines in the daytime, great in dignity.
You make all distant lands live, for you have made a heavenly Nile
come down for them, to make waves on the mountains like the sea,
to irrigate the fields of their towns.
O Lord of eternity, how excellent are your designs - a Nile from heaven
for people of Foreign lands, and all the creatures which walk upon their feet and a Nile for Egypt coming from the Netherworld.
Your rays suckle every field; when you shine they live and grow for you.
You made the seasons to foster all that is made: Winter to cool them
And Summer that they may feel you.
You made a distant sky in which you might shine
and to see everything you have made.
You are alone, shining as the Living Aten,
Risen, dazzling, far and yet near
you have millions of manifestations of yourself.
Towns, villages, fields, roads and waterways -
every eye sees you upon them, for you are the Aten of the daytime...
You are my beloved.
There is none other that knows you except for your Son,
Neferkheperure Waenre, whom you have made wise
in your plans and your might.
The creatures of the Earth exist in your hand as you have made them;
when you rise they live, when you set they die.
You yourself are the duration of life, it is by you that men live.
Eyes may behold your beauty until you set,
but when you set in the West all work ceases.
When you rise...
You raise them up for the Son who came forth from your body,
the King of Upper and Lower Egypt, living in Truth,
the Lord of the Two Lands Neferkheperure Waenre, Son of Re,
living in Truth, Lord of glorious appearings, Akhenaten the long-lived.
And as for the King's Great Wife whom he loves,
the mistress of the two lands, Neferneferuaten-Nefertiti,
may she live and flourish for ever and ever.
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I BELIEVE THAT AKHENATEN, THE ANCIENT EGYPTIAN PHAROAH, WAS A "MUSLIM". OF COURSE, THE PEOPLE DID NOT SPEAK ARABIC, SO THE RELIGION WAS NOT CALLED "ISLAM" BUT, "OBEYING THE WILL OF GOD" HAS BEEN HERE FROM THE BEGINNING.
ONE DOES NOT NEED TO FOLLOW THE CULTURE OF THE ARABS TO BE A "MUSLIM". "ISLAM" DID NOT BEGIN 1600 YEARS AGO!!!
Peace...
By Akhenaten
Glorious, you rise on the horizon of heaven,
O living Aten, creator of life.
When you have risen on the Eastern horizon
You fill every land with your beauty.
You are gorgeous, great and radiant, high over every land.
Your rays embrace all the lands that you have made.
You are Re and so you reach their boundaries,
Limiting them for your beloved Son.
Though you are far away, your rays are upon the Earth.
Though you are seen, your movement is not.
When you set on the Western horizon the land is dark, like death.
Night is spent asleep as in a bedroom with a covered head,
One eye does not see the other.
If the possessions under their heads were stolen,
No one would notice it.
Every lion comes out from it's den, and every serpent bites.
Darkness descends and the Earth is hushed,
Because their maker rests on the horizon.
The Earth is illuminated when you rise on the horizon
And shine as the Aten in the daytime.
You banish the darkness when you cast your rays.
The Two Lands celebrate, lively and aroused now that you
have awakened them ; with bodies cleansed and clothed
they raise their arms to adore your rising.
Now the whole land begins to work.
All the cattle graze on the fodder, trees and plants grow.
Birds fly up from their nests, their wings stretched in praise of your spirit.
All the flocks gambol on their feet and everything that flies
and perches lives because you have arisen for them.
Ships sail to the North and South,while roads open at your rising.
The fish in the river leap before you, for your rays are in the middle of the sea.
You make the seed grow in women and create people from sperm.
You feed the Son who lies in his Mother's womb
and comfort him to stop his tears.
You are the nurse within the womb,who gives breath to all that is made.
On the day he is born you open his mouth to supply his needs.
When the chick in the egg chirps within his shell you give him breath to live,
And when his time is ready to break out from the shell
he comes to proclaim his birth, walking on his legs.
How many are the things you do, although hidden from view,
O unique God, without compare.
You created the world as you desired,
Alone - all people, all cattle, all flocks, everything which walks with it's feet on the Earth and everything that flies with it's wings in the air.
The Northern lands of Asia, the Southern lands of Africa
and the land of Egypt - you have set every person in their place
and you have supplied their needs.
Everyone has his food and his allotted lifetime.
Tongues differ in their speech, and also characters,
For you have differentiated mankind.
You created the Nile in the Netherworld.
You bring him forth at your will to feed the people,
Since you made them for yourself, Lord of all, who toils for them,
Lord of all lands, the Aten who shines in the daytime, great in dignity.
You make all distant lands live, for you have made a heavenly Nile
come down for them, to make waves on the mountains like the sea,
to irrigate the fields of their towns.
O Lord of eternity, how excellent are your designs - a Nile from heaven
for people of Foreign lands, and all the creatures which walk upon their feet and a Nile for Egypt coming from the Netherworld.
Your rays suckle every field; when you shine they live and grow for you.
You made the seasons to foster all that is made: Winter to cool them
And Summer that they may feel you.
You made a distant sky in which you might shine
and to see everything you have made.
You are alone, shining as the Living Aten,
Risen, dazzling, far and yet near
you have millions of manifestations of yourself.
Towns, villages, fields, roads and waterways -
every eye sees you upon them, for you are the Aten of the daytime...
You are my beloved.
There is none other that knows you except for your Son,
Neferkheperure Waenre, whom you have made wise
in your plans and your might.
The creatures of the Earth exist in your hand as you have made them;
when you rise they live, when you set they die.
You yourself are the duration of life, it is by you that men live.
Eyes may behold your beauty until you set,
but when you set in the West all work ceases.
When you rise...
You raise them up for the Son who came forth from your body,
the King of Upper and Lower Egypt, living in Truth,
the Lord of the Two Lands Neferkheperure Waenre, Son of Re,
living in Truth, Lord of glorious appearings, Akhenaten the long-lived.
And as for the King's Great Wife whom he loves,
the mistress of the two lands, Neferneferuaten-Nefertiti,
may she live and flourish for ever and ever.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I BELIEVE THAT AKHENATEN, THE ANCIENT EGYPTIAN PHAROAH, WAS A "MUSLIM". OF COURSE, THE PEOPLE DID NOT SPEAK ARABIC, SO THE RELIGION WAS NOT CALLED "ISLAM" BUT, "OBEYING THE WILL OF GOD" HAS BEEN HERE FROM THE BEGINNING.
ONE DOES NOT NEED TO FOLLOW THE CULTURE OF THE ARABS TO BE A "MUSLIM". "ISLAM" DID NOT BEGIN 1600 YEARS AGO!!!
Peace...