Heaven makes merry, the earth is full of gladness, the Castle of Heru rejoices. The procession takes place at the site of drunkenness, This area where one wanders in the marshes.
Nothing is left to be desired.
And the officials give offerings to You. The lector priest exalts You singing a hymn, And the wise men read the rituals. The priest honors You with his basket, And the drummers take their tambourines. And girls do the same with wreaths. Drunkards play tambourines for You in the cool night, And those they wake up bless You.