Beneath the feather’s calm and measured gaze,
Ma’at stands where truth and balance intertwine.
Her breath aligns the stars, her quiet ways
Hold law and mercy in a single line.

She weighs the heart against no gilded lie,
But honest pulse and deeds the soul has known.
No crown of force, no tyrant’s shout or cry—
Her power blooms where fairness stands alone.

In courts of gods and whispers of the dead,
Her order keeps the sun upon its path.
Without her name, the world would tilt and shred,
Lost to the hunger of unchecked wrath.

O Ma’at, taught in stillness, not command:
The universe endures by your soft hand.