“How great is the monthly festival of the height of heaven, even the festival of the New Moon! The finger is removed from upon you, your trembling is taken away, since you have planted the plume at the horizon, at the place where are those who know you. You suck at your mother Sothis as your nurse who is in the horizon, Isis sits by you, she makes you bright, she makes for you fair ways of vindication against your foes, and those who would have judgement against you in the realm of the dead on this happy day.”
Interpretation: There’s gonna be some dope ass parties after you’re dead.