Amanda Aremisia Forrester
I hail holy Apis, the bull-formed God
The fertile one, Whose throaty bellow heralds the spring’s awakening
He Who brings all good things to the Two Lands
Fierce and powerful, He drives off the invaders
And gorges them on His horns
Great Apis, soul of Ptah, You are solid and firm
None may sway You from Your path
You bless the land and cause it to yield fruit
For as You live, so life continues
Mighty son of the Hesat-Cow
Beautiful bull of Egypt
I sing praises to Your holy name
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