Rising Like Sothis

Verse

O Horus, fair are your trappings of giraffe's hair, your net which is Min's and your shaft which belongs to the spear of Onuris. Your arm was the first to cast the harpoon

Verse

Those (?) upon the banks rejoice at the sight of you, as at the rising of Sothis at the beginning of the year, when they behold your weapons raining down in mid-stream like the moon-beams when the sky is peaceful. Horus is in his bark like Wnty, having overthrown the hippopotami from his war-galley.