Egyptian Poetry III
[Dedicated to my Sun]
I am hungry for more of your love,
You, my wolf cub!
Making love to you is intoxicating;
I will not stop
Until I am beaten from your bed
Driven to the swamp lands,
To the land of the Syrians beaten with rods and branches,
To the dark lands whipped with palms,
To the high lands bruised with sticks,
To the low lands bloodied by harsh hands –
I will not heed their words.
How could I ever leave the one I hunger for!
I wish to speak these words to Ptah, Lord of Justice:
“Give me my beloved tonight!”
The river is wine,
The reeds are Ptah
and Sekmet his lotus petals;
Jadit is his buds
and Nefertem his blossom.
The Golden Sun is full of joy;
The earth is brightened by its light.
Memphis is a bowl of love apples
Placed before the face of such beauty.
Both from the Harris 500 Papyrus
© starofseshat 2008