Hymn to Geb

To Geb, great one who is of the earth, I offer my praise
First-born of Tefnut and storm-shunning Shu,
beloved of Nuit of the star-strewn sky,
O Geb who lies far beneath heaven’s vault,
kept ever apart from your dark-cloaked love
by the strength of your sire, the lord of the air:
such is your solitude, such is your sorrow.
O god of the field and the reedy marsh,
O nourisher of life, sustainer of existence,
O father of snakes, O fairest of geese,
yours is the seed within the soil, yours too
the first of the green spring shoots; yours is the harvest
for which we hope, the life for which we pray.
O Geb who grants us the gift of growth,
I call to you with gratitude, I look to you in awe.