Acadain Foods. Hestia might find fit and perfect
might she find thyme to set before her servants?
The shore were Neptune watches the beauty's:
who makes show to his liking. There might Hestia
ask Pluto to bless me with favor, and she must ask
Tyche for my luck and future. We wish to endeavor
as owners of the lighthouse, In spring might we
feed the hungry. In summers might we entertain. In
Fall might we share harvest, and in winter might
we look to tomorrow until spring.Might Hestia
find us worthy.In her sight might what we offer
be pleasing: and might Vishvakarman bless us
with both place to worship and residence.
So that Hebe-hebe's cup might over flow with
honey and nectar: to stain the golden floors of
Ceraon and Matton! In the ears of a pleased
Bragi and Meret who might sit quiet to listening
to beautiful music and song!
Gestin must smile in delight as she kisses Lono
that he has found his true love blessed by Hathor
might he be alone no more: but with her in love!
Beloved of Ba’alat,
Consort of Ba’al,
Mistress of the Sinai mines
Whose turquoise eyes
Unlocked the hieroglyphs
Lining the promenade
Leading to the Temple of Hathor,
Inventing first an alphabet,
Then a song to sing in Canaan,
Prompting gossip and rumors
From Memphis to Kush,
Echoing famously now
In Serabit el-Khadim.
For all of you who has ever said
You loved me then broke my heart
May you succumb to the most?
Awful Egyptian curse
May Hathor cause you great pain?
And shame from this day forward
Until the Pyramids turn to dust and
The Nile River runs backwards well
May it be recorded now and forever?
In the book of the dead in prolific
Detail by the seal of Osiris I'm not
Singling any one person out but
You know who you are and so does
Isis as the all seeing eye of the
Falcon is upon you in the shadow
Of Horus call me bitter if you want
But all I ever did was love you!
Go on now and laugh at what I say
But I will have the last laugh just
Wait and see 'cuz you are no better
Than me....don't you know I come?
From the ancient Khnum Dynasty
And so when Ma’am weighs your
Heart against a feather I hope you
Suffer the worse Egyptian curse
Until the Nile river runs backwards
Until all the Pyramids crumble and
Turn to dust, until I toss away my
Flail And Crook out to sea...
So mote it be!
I sometimes think of traveling to a mysterious distant land
To Cairo and the River Nile and walk on Egyptian sand
The Ismalia Folklore Festival brings together many nations
In the land so aptly called The Land of Civilizations
I ask for Wadjet to protect me as I see all that I can
At night, Nut puts on a show that could not be produced by man
I see the children playing with hearts so full of love
Thanking Hathor for the blessings that were sent from far above
Osiris please stay away as I'm not ready yet
I need to change my life as I too long have followed Set
Egyptian thoughts come and that's when this old sailor cries
As I remember a beautiful woman with dark Egyptian eyes
I pray to Anuket to once again see the River Nile
And to Isis that she would return the magic for a while
The mystery and the culture are only part of what you'll find
I smile to myself as Egyptian thoughts cross my mind.
~ Hathor ~
~ symbolic, rattle ~
~ goddess of fertility ~
~ graceful horizon ~
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