O' Set-Re,
Sunlight after the Storm,
my legs are firmed.
My arms are raised,
I sing your praises.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder,
and feeling your touch on my life again,
fills my ka with strength.
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O' Set-Re,
Sunlight after the Storm,
my legs are firmed.
My arms are raised,
I sing your praises.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder,
and feeling your touch on my life again,
fills my ka with strength.
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O' Lord of Chaos,
you tear my body apart,
limb by limb,
bone by bone,
building me up from my foundation.
Building me into the man I am meant to be,
who I will be,
who sings in my ka,
and flies on my ba.
Dua Set-Re!
O' Great of Strength,
Bringer of Storms,
I feel the storm within my heart beginning to calm,
downpour turning to drizzle,
though lightning still flashes,
and thunder rolls.
You have guided my steps so long,
across the sands of time and change.
And now,
my ka is strong,
my heart speaks truth.
I am whole.
O' Great of Strength,
lend me your arms.
Strengthen my ka,
steel my ba to face my future.
Lend your breath to my nostrils,
so I may be filled with power.
O' Set-Re,
your rays give me life,
and your arms hold me up,
so I may stand on my feet.
O’ Set-Re
Lord of Storms,
The Sun that shines through the Clouds,
once more you jolt into my life,
like a bolt of lightning striking the lone, dead tree.
My ba is filled with sekhem,
emboldened by your presence.
O’ Set-Re,
to you I raise my arms,
praising your divine radiance,
for it is you who shaped me,
and rebuilt me anew.
O’ Set-Re,
I shy away,
afraid of the sun through the clouds of the storm.
My ka shivers,
bombarbed by your winds,
but I hear your voice.
I raise my head, and my arms, in praise,
O’ Set-Re,
no matter how I think I may leave you,
I return.
Renewed by storm and sun,
bathed in your light.
Storms rage through my life,
A tree alight from the strike of the sky,
In the winds and whipping,
I find solace.
O' Set-Re,
your rays eventually shine through the might of your storm,
cleansing my ka,
and bringing my ba to flight.
Dua Set-Re!