Thou dost appear beautiful On the horizon of heaven Oh, living Aten He who was the first to live When thou hast risen on the Eastern Horizon Thou art fair, great, dazzling, High above every land Thy rays encompass the land To the very end of all thou hast made
All the beasts are satisfied with their pasture Trees and plants are verdant Birds fly from their nests, wings spread Flocks skip with their feet All that fly and alight Live when thou hast arisen
How manifold is that which thou hast made Thou sole God There is no other like thee Thou didst create the earth According to thy will Being alone, everything on earth Which walks and flies on high
Thy rays nourish the fields When thou dost rise They live and thrive for thee Thou makest the seasons to nourish All thou hast made The winter to cool The heat that they may taste thee
There is no other that knows thee Save thy son, Akhnaten For thou hast made him skilled In thy plans and thy might Thou dost raise him up for thy son Who comes forth from thyself
(Sung in Hebrew by Offstage Chorus (from Psalm 104, Hebrew Bible, Masoretic text)):
Oh Lord, how manifold are Thy works In wisdom hast Thou made them all The earth is full of Thy riches Who coverest Thyself with light as with a garment Who stretchest out the Heavens like a curtain
Thou makest darkness and it is night Wherin all the beasts of the forest do creep forth
Ma rab-bu ma-a-se-kha ha-shem Ku-lam be-khokh-ma a-sita Ma-le-a ha-a-rets kin-ya-ne-kha O-te or ka-sal-ma No-te sha-ma-yim ka-yi-ri-a
Ta-shet kho-shekh vi-hi lay-la Bo tir-mis kol khay-to ya-ar