"Thou art in my heart; There is no other that knoweth thee, Save thy son Ikhnaton. Thou hast made him wise in thy designs And in thy might. The world is in thy hand, Even as thou hast made them. When thou hast risen, they live; When thou settest, they die. For thou art duration, beyond thy mere limbs, By thee man liveth, And their eyes look upon thy beauty, Until thou settest. All labour is laid aside, When thou settest in the west; When thou risest, they are made to grow . . . . . . for the king. Since thou didst establish the earth, Thou hast raised them up for thy son, Who came forth from thy limbs, The king, living in truth, The lord of the Two Lands Nefer-khepru-Re, Wan-Re, The son of Re, living in truth, lord of diadems, Ikhnaton, whose life is long; [And for] the great royal wife, his beloved, Mistress of the Two Lands, Nefer nefru aton, Nofretete, Living and flourishing for ever and ever."