Egyptian Love Poetry II
Oh, how my heart beats fast
When I think of my love for him!
It beats not like a human heart,
It jumps like a beast.
It stays my hand when dressing,
And stops me reaching for my fan.
It keeps me from rubbing kohl around my eyes
And holds me back from oiling my body.
“Do not delay meeting with your heart’s desire,”
It says to me as often as I think of him.
Don’t act like a fool, my heart,
Why do you worry me so?
Stay calm. Your lover will come to you
But the eyes of the many will also be on you.
Let it not be said,
“She is a woman in the grip of love!”
Stay firm whenever you think of him,
My heart, do not beat so in my breast!
My heart draws close to you
As I lie in your arms,
I wish to touch you in ways my heart desires.
My eyes are coloured by the wish to look on you.
You make my eyes bright.
I press myself against you to feel your love,
you are the most precious thing to my heart!
How sweet this hour with you,
I wish the hour was an eternity!
My heart has been raised up
By sleeping with you.
Whether in sorrow or joy –
do not leave me!
[From the Harris 500 Papyrus Songs]
© starofseshat 2008