When you rise in the eastern horizon, You fill every land with your beauty. You are beautiful, great, gleaming, high above every land. Your rays, they embrace the lands To the limits of all that you have made. You are distant, yet your rays are upon the land. All flocks gambol on their feet, The whole winged creation lives when you have risen for them.
Boats sail downstream and upstream.
Every path is opened at your shining. The fish in the river leap in your presence. Your rays are in the midst of the sea. These sentiments were not new in Egypt. Akhenaten's originality lay in his perception of the simplicity of solar religion.