The Text:
Once
upon a time he practised a spear-throwing for his pleasure on
the territory of the Memphite nome, in its southern and northern
extent, where he slung brazen bolts at the target, and hunted
lions in the valley of the gazelles. He rode in his two-horsed
chariot, and his horses were swifter than the wind. With him
were two of his attendants. No man knew them.
Then
was the hour in which he granted rest to his servants. He took
advantage of it to present to Horemkhu, near the (temple of)
Seker in the city of the dead, and to the goddess Rannu, an offering
of the seeds of the flowers on the heights [and to pray to the
great mother Isis, the lady of] the north wall and the lady of
the south wall, and to Sekhet of Xois, and to Set. For a great
enchantment rests on this place from the beginning of time, as
far as the districts of the lords of Babylon, the sacred road
of the gods to the western horizon of On-Heliopolis, because
the form of the Sphinx is a likeness of Kheper-Ra, the very great
god who abides at this place, the greatest of all spirits, the
most venerable being who rests upon it. To him the inhabitants
of Memphis and of all towns in his district raise their hands
to pray before his countenance, and to offer him rich sacrifices.
On one
of these days it happened, when the king's son Tuthmosis had
arrived on his journey about the time of mid-day, and had stretched
himself to rest in the shade of this great god, that sleep
overtook him.
He dreamt in his slumber at the moment when the sun was at the
zenith, and it seemed to him as though this great god spoke to
him with his own mouth, just as a father speaks to his son, addressing
him thus:-
' Behold me, look at me, thou, my son Tuthmosis. I am your father
Horemkhu, Kheper, Ra, Tmu. The kingdom shall be given to you
.... and you shall wear the white crown and the red crown on
the throne of the earth-god Seb, the youngest (among the gods).
The world shall be yours in its length and in its breadth, as
far as the light of the eye of the lord of the universe shines.
Plenty and riches shall be yours; the best from the interior
of the land, and rich tributes from all nations; long years shall
be granted to you as your term of life. My countenance is gracious
towards you, and my heart clings to you; [I will give you] the
best of all things.
'The
sand of the district in which I have my existence has covered
me up. Promise me that you will do what I wish in my heart; then
shall I know whether you are my son, my helper. Go forward let
me be united to you. I am . . . '
After
this [Tuthmosis awoke, and he repeated all these speeches,] and
he understood (the meaning) of the words of the god and laid
them up in his heart, speaking thus with himself: 'I see how
the dwellers in the temple of the city honour this god with sacrificial
gifts [without thinking of freeing from sand the work of King]
Khaf-Ra, the statue which was made to Tmu-Horemkhu.' ......
The remaining lines of
text have been lost - but as Tuthmosis became Tuthmosis IV is,
perhaps, not difficult to tell what happened!