Hymn to Mut

To Mut who is mother, gracious and good, I offer my praise.
Well-crowned goddess, companion of Amun who is wise,
mother of the moon-god, O Mut, foremost in Thebes,
mistress of heaven, great Eye of Ra, ancient of name
and matchless of might, I pray to you, O goddess.
Long honored you were in your ancient lands;
your temples yet stand, your image carved steadfast in stone
in Karnak’s splendor–best of places, best of shrines.
Long have you worked within the world, O ancient one,
O constant one, ever-watchful, ever-enduring.
Yours are the vulture’s wings, O Mut; yours it is
to grant shelter from the storm, to shield from harm
those who call to you in need and in devotion.
World-mother, self-created, I honor you, O goddess;
I pray to you, O Mut; I thank you for your many blessings.


To Mut

I call to Mut of ancient Khnum, Mut of the eight who have always been:
in the broad salt sea, in the summoning tide, we know you, O goddess,
we know you as we know our blood, as we know each beat of our heart.
O lady of creation, I call to you with praise and prayer.

I call to Mut of blessed Thebes, mother of the wandering one,
mother of the far-roving moon: as mothers and fathers we know
your blessing, we know your goodness, O gentle one.
O mother of mothers, I call to you with love and gratitude.

I call to Mut of long-lost Punt, land of gold dust and sweet scent,
land of beasts, land of the great gods, O lady of the lapis field:
we know you, goddess, in the beauty we behold in all the world.
O fairest of goddesses, I call to you with adoration.

Mut who holds earth and sky in hand, Mut whose vastness fills all there is,
O wise and noble goddess, wondrous one whose being is a goad
to the seeker: we know you, O goddess, in each day of our lives.
O queen of the heavens, I call to you with all devotion.