To Ra

In beauty you appear,
in the horizon of heaven,
you living sun,
ruling the life!
You rise in the east horizon
And fill every land with your beauty.
Beautiful you are, great, shining,
high above all land.

Your rays grasp all countries
to the end of what you created.
You are Re, when reaching their borders,
when you bend down for your beloved son.
Far away are you, but your rays are here on earth;
you beam on the faces, but unknown is your path.

Echnaton

Fire I feed like a host sitting on an honour place, the heavenly messenger of adoration, the recitator, creating the treasures most.

Fire had to be feed by the earlier singers and is it by the contemporarian. He is the wheel to carry the gods to us.

Fire will spent the offering riches, wellnes day by day, the honour of many sons.

Fire! The adoration, the offering you get from east, west and south alone reaches the gods.

Fire, you crackling recitator with the presence of a poet, the real one, of most shining glory, shall arrive, the heavenly among the heavenly.

Fire, you really will charm the offering, that is your truth, your nature.

Fire, yours we approach day by day, you, shining in the dark! With our thoughs and our poems, honouring.

Fire, reigning the offer, being the shining defender of truth, growing in your home.

Fire, be gentle to us, like a father to his son, stay with us for our welfare!

Rig-Veda I,1