Resplendent hair of twisted coal
Mantle a neck of the finest gold
Ashen dressings adorn heavenly eyes
Of my Goddess of the southern skies
Her refulgent countenance bows me to her grace
As midday resh enters it's deepest place
But her scarlet dress and blood crimson lips
Warn of dangers that lay in Sekhmet's kiss
So carefully do I take my fill
Of Hathor's strength, courage
And love under will
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