O Bastet, Lady of moonlit grace,
Soft-footed guardian of hearth and place,
With lioness heart and velvet stride,
You walk where warmth and wonder bide.

Eyes like stars in the dusk you gleam,
Watcher of worlds unseen, between.
You cradle joy in a gentle paw,
Yet bare your fangs for cosmic law.

Perfumed winds and sistrum song
Rise where your blessings linger long.
In laughter, music, love, and light,
You keep the balance—fierce and kind.

Great Bastet, of sun and shade,
In your presence, fear does fade.
May your purr bless night and day,
And guard our souls upon their way.