Salutations to the mother of light,
She who is adorned with stars,
Salutations to the Mistress of Joy,
She who brings gladness unto the heart of gods and men.
I bow down to the holy mother,
She whose eyes are as mystical as the amethyst stone,
I bow down to the beautiful lady,
She whose frame is voluptuous and radiant.
You are the maker of the cosmos
Your smile is brighter than the Sirius star,
Your reside with us in grief and glee,
Never leaving our side for the briefest of instant.
You are called the epitome of peace,
The cow is your holy emblem,
You shall vanquish all those who oppose order,
Bringing an end to the reign of chaos.
Beautiful lady, Mother of all,
The magnificent nourisher,
Free us from these worldly strifes,
So that may we proceed to journey towards your abode.
You are the lady of music,
Whose sistrum brings forth holiness,
Thus every song and ballad created,
Is a tribute to your grace.
You are the queen of dance,
The natural charm that every dancer possess,
You guide them through every session,
Providing never-ending inspiration throughout their lifetimes.
You also preside over the art of harp playing,
Your smile is similar to it's arched strings,
You are the passion in all who plays it,
You are both their muse and guide.
You are of great contradictions,
For you are the lady of necropolis too,
You lead the soul from purgatory to paradise,
Hail Hat-Herut, the great mother!
You reside in every minuscule matter of the world,
In heart of every human and beast,
You brought forth our genesis,
You shall be our ends too.
You are the mornings and the evenings,
Twilights and midnights,
You are the sun, moon and stars,
The comets that fall from the sky.
Known you are in every land,
By various names and forms,
Why do we not realise that we all worship you;
That there is no difference in any of your forms?
You are my tears with which I offer my allegiance,
You are the blessed flowers which reside at your feet,
You are in the bells of sistrum played,
Is there a place devoid of you?
Oh mother, you forever gave us love and care,
Which we returned with scorn and hate,
Never forgive this terrible sin,
Do we really deserve your care?
You are the Supreme Being who birthed us,
You are the never-ending cosmos in which we reside,
You are the mistress of fate and time,
Forgive those who demean you mother, for they do not realise your power.
Thus here ends the hymn to the great mother,
She who is the bearer of joy,
May you never let love disappear from this world,
That is my only wish to her.
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Note; Hathor, in ancient Egyptian religion, goddess of the sky, of women, and of fertility and love. Hathor's worship originated in early dynastic times (3rd millennium bce). The name Hathor means “estate of Horus” and may not be her original name.
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