Thrive, the pastures along (the) nile, the land of ta-kemet
Another day was saved by bennu
Welcomed by the early rays
Time to harvest wheat and barley
But something has changed in the air
There’s no breeze coming from drying nile
There’s no clouds in the sky
Cracks appear on bowls
Not a drop caught. How to feed the crops?
They have been waiting for akhet
There was no inundation
Eternity in shemu
Until they succumb to famine
The horses lay in sand
The pulled out nets are empty
The wheat have merged with earth and fruits became just solid rocks
The children ribs are exposed
The skulls are cleansed by ants
The dilapidated and run aground vessels
Hungry teeth pierce flesh of fallen citizens of thebes
Viscous as a persimmon every piece fills eyes with tears
Life has left these lands today
Tefnut won’t hear them pray
She’s done enduring evaporation
Ra, her incandescent father
Is not there to shine for her brighter
Full of hatred she made her way out
To the lands afar to the south
Break! Away from the temples where they praise illusion
Let waterfall running through rocks to take you away (leaving behind the barren wastelands)
Every fall and broken bone justify the moisture that was taken with you
So the greatest drought you left behind (left behind) (taking the life)
She left a mess, the goddess with a lion head
But she is tired running to nubian plains
She’s resting under a canopy of tree
Disturbed by toth disguised in baboon’s skin
Don’t rend defenseless little monkey friend
You’ll bring on your head
Our father’s retribution
I know what pain you do feel
But we need you back there
You will be welcomed back
The Sun will host a feast
For tefnut wise and strong
The greatest goddess among us all
We do admit mistakes
For all the lies and negligence
But think of the folk
Let them all survive
(The) dooming drought you have left behind
Break! Away from the temples where they praise illusion
The Sun behind is half-covered by your evening silhouette
They’ll never forget, how they were all saved by your merciful decision
The pastures of crops have turned into gold and stock started breed
Every soul now praise the glory of the lioness finding her way back home
From the greatest drought you left behind (left behind)
