O Serapis, husband of Isis, I have no husband.
O Serapis, father of Harpocrates, I have no father.
O Serapis, father of Hermanubis, I am travelling alone.
O Serapis, bearded lord, sometimes I am afraid,
travelling alone, and then I am ashamed of my fear.
If you watch over me, Serapis, I would be grateful.
If you would send your son Harpocrates to wait for me
when I am out late at night, if you would send your son
Hermanubis to guide me safely out and home again,
if you would look after me like a father, Serapis, and ask
your holy wife Isis to look after me like a mother,
I would be grateful, and I would sing your praise.