Hymn to Yinepu, Who Is On His Mountain

Thou art great,
Who is upon His Mountain.
Thou art great,
Guardian of the Necropolis.
Thou art great,
Opener of the Way.
In Thy words lie the truths,
lie the keys to understanding
the secrets of the self,
the touch to unlock the Way;
in Thy arms the warmth
of the dark night sky,
the warmth of blessings —
the ice of the cold night sky,
the chill of a shiver.
Thy speech is a blessing,
Thy countenance, kept well,
will guide our narrow boats
down the river, safely home.
Praises for the guide of the living and the dead!
Praises for the opener of the way!
In His arms we cannot fear the world.
In His arms we are His children.
With His voice we cannot fear the world.
In His voice we hear His children.