O gods who are in the Underworld,
who are behind the ruler of the West,
who are stretched on their side,
who are sleeping on their supports,
raise your flesh,
pull together your bones,
collect your limbs,
unite your flesh.
May there be sweet breath to your noses.
Loosing for your mummy wrappings.
May your head-masks be uncovered.
May there be light for your divine eyes in order that you may see the light by means of them.
Stand up from your weariness.
RA from the Book of Gates
