Utterance 365 — The Crossing of the Lake of Reeds
R.O. Faulkner / E.A. Wallis Budge (composite, abridged) · Public domain / scholarly composite. Reproduced for educational and religious commentary.
1O King, awake. Be at peace. Stand up upon your left side. Place yourself upon your right side. Wash yourself with the water that the gods have given you.
2Take to yourself your bread which does not grow stale, your beer which does not grow sour. The doors of the horizon open for you. The bolts slide back of their own accord.
3Stand up at the door of the Field of Reeds. The gods come forth — the four sons of Horus, Hapy, Imsety, Duamutef, Qebehsenuef — they take you up; they carry you across.
4O Ferryman of the Lake of Reeds, bring me this boat. Set me on board. He whose name is hidden brings the boat. Loving Voice brings the boat. He who looks behind him brings the boat.
5I am not someone whom the gods would refuse. I have come on the business of the great one. I am the King. I am pure. I am made ready for the journey.
6Cross me, ferryman; bring me to the eastern side of the sky — to the place where the gods are born — that I may be born there with them. Cross me to the field where the imperishable ones rejoice. There I shall stand among them — there I shall live forever.