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 Come,
my Soul, swim to me!
The water is deep in my love
Which carries me to you.
We are in the midst of the stream,
I clasp the flowers to my breast
Which is naked and drips with water.
But the moon makes them bloom like the lotus.
I give you my flowers
because they are beautiful,
And you are holding my hand
In the middle of the water.
After
J.M.Kellner Under the protection of Hathor
O,
my god, my lotus ...
The north wind is blowing ...
It is pleasant to go down to the river
My heart longs to enter it
To bathe with you.
I let you see my beauty
in a shirt of finest royal linen,
moist with balsam.
My hair is plaited with reeds
I enter the water to be with you
And leave it to join you
With a red fish.
It is beautiful on my fingers
I lay it down before you
Contemplating your beauty.
O my hero, my lover!
Come and look at me!
After
Hermann A. Schlögl Gärten der Liebe , 2000
I
hear thy voice, O turtle dove-
The dawn is all aglow-
Weary am I with love, with love,
Oh, whither shall I go?
Not so, O beauteous bird above,
Is joy to be denied....
For I have found my dear, my love;
And I am by his side.
We wander forth, and hand in hand
Through flowery ways we go-
I am the fairest in the land,
For he has called me so.
Sister
Without Peer
 My
one, my soul without peer,
Most
beautiful of all!
Rising like the morning star
At
the start of a happy year.
Shining
bright, fair of skin,
Lovely
the look of her eyes,
Sweet
the speech of her lips,
She
has not a word too much.
Upright
neck, shining breast,
Hair
true lapis lazuli;
Arms
surpassing gold,
Fingers
like lotus buds.
Heavy
thighs, narrow waist,
Her
legs parade her beauty;
With
graceful step she treads the ground,
Captures
my heart by her movements.
She
causes all men's necks
To
turn about to see her;
Joy
has he whom she embraces,
He
is like the first of men!
When
she steps outside she seems like that the Sun!
First
Stanza, Beginning of the sayings of the great happiness,
from Papyrus Chester Beatty I
My beloved torments my
heart with his voice,
He makes sickness take hold
of me;
He is neighbor to my
mother's house.
And I cannot go to him!
Mother is right in charging
him thus:
"Give up seeing
her!"
It pains my heart to think
of him,
I am possessed by love of
him.
Truly, he is a foolish one,
But I resemble him;
He knows not my wish to
embrace him,
Or he would write to my
mother.
Beloved, I am promised to
you
By the golden of women!
Come to me that I see your
beauty,
Father, mother will
rejoice!
My people will hail you all
together,
They will hail you, O my
beloved!
Second Stanza, from
Papyrus Chester Beatty I
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