Here at the gateway of the year
May we strive to make good cheer
In our revels shall joy abound
And sorrow be cast underground
Slowly it widens, climbs upward, illuminating a number of mysterious carvings – circles and spirals, zigzag patterns.
Thou dost appear beautiful on the horizon of heaven. O living Aton, thou who wast the first to live. When thou hast risen on the eastern horizon, thou has filled every land with thy beauty. When thou dost set on the Western horizon. The earth is in darkness, resembling death. At daybreak, when thou dost arise on the horizon. Dost shine as Aton by day, thou dost dispel the darkness and shed thy rays.