Wesir, O King of blessed dead,

Green gardens grow for You.

You fall, You change, You live again,

Like seed, to bloom, to tree.

O King Wesir, wise and kind,

Protect the ones we love,

Though death can bring great change,

Through You peace can be found.

Like sunlight kisses a newborn leaf,

You’ve touched on every soul.

We mourn Your loss, praise Your return,

The King in the Duat.

~Tawa’ubastmut