Oh, hear me goddess of fertility and the young
I beseech to you, hear my prayer, touch me and make me whole
Isis, I pray to you, in song, with my heart, to thee, I sing
I bow down to you with my mind, my body, my soul.
In my life, I must have done something wrong
Oh goddess, touch my body, giving me the fertility of youth and the young
I am now in the autumn of my life, but something in my life does not belong
My husband has no heir, help me, oh goddess, to produce him a son.
All my life, with this my body has been plagued
So Isis, bless me, by making me whole
Isis, a mother yourself, Horace being your son, grant me the same, this I beg
This thing on my marriage, has taken a very big toll.
Guard over me, as Apophis, does the night, and Rah the day
Bless my body, so once again at me, my husband shall smile
Tell me how to serve you, this I will do without delay
Let me know the joys of motherhood, and then I too shall smile.
My outstretched arms, ache for the feel of a child
A part of myself to leave behind after, I journey to the land of the dead
Goddess of fertility please see it within yourself, that I may finally conceive a child
Grant me this one thing, and I will follow you, wherever I will be lead!
