I come forth, advancing, unknown is his name.
I am yesterday, Seer of millions of years, is my name, travelling, twice, along the way of Horus the judge.
I am the lord of eternity, I feel, I percieve.
I am the lord of the crown, I am in the utchat in it's closing.
I exist by it's strength.
I come forth and I shine; I go in and I come to life.
I am in the utchat.
My seat is on my throne, I sit in the pupil of the eye.
I am Horus traversing the millions of years.
I have commanded my seat, I rule it by mouth; speaking and silent I maintain an exact balance.
Verily my forms are inverted.
I am the God Unseen, season from season, what is his is in him.
I am One coming from One.
I am in the utchat.
Not are my things evil or hostile, not are they against me.
Open the door in heaven, I rule upon the throne, opening births on this day.
I am not the child walking upon the road of yesterday, I am this day, for peoples upon peoples.
It is I who make strong you for millions of years.
If ye are in heaven, or in earth, in the south, the north, the west, or in the east, my fear .... is in your bodies.
I am the pure one in his eye, not shall I die ... a second time.
My truth is in your bodies, my forms are in my habitation, I am he who is not known, the rosy-faced beings are with me.
I am the unveiled.
Not is found a season wherein he made me for heaven, enlarging the bounds of the earth, and making great it's births.
Removing not uniting, passeth away my name from things all evil through the word which I speak unto you.
I am he who riseth and shineth, Walls of Walls, only One from One; not is Ra without that belongeth to him, passing away, twice, passing away, twice.
Verily I say: I am the plant wich cometh forth from Nu; my mother is Nuit.
Hail, my Creator!
I am he who is without his power of walking, the knot great within yesterday.
Is my power bound up within my hand.
Not known am I, he knoweth thee.
Not grasped am I, he graspeth thee.
I am Horus dwelling for millions of years, his flame is upon your faces, burning in their hearts ... I command my throne.
I advance at this season.
The ways have opened, I have turned myself away from evil all.
I am the ape of gold of three palms and two fingers, exist not his legs, exist not his arms, dwelling in the temple.
Being said this chapter, thou shalt open a way, and shalt go in.
And thus passeth into the beggining.