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Ancient Egyptian Love Poetry
Ancient Egyptians were highly civilised but not much is known about their writings. Amongst their obvious physical skills, they also wrote the most tender love poetry. A very simple search online will display a wide variety of topics but love poetry is one that has quite a lot of online presence and is very much of the moment and would not be out of place in romantic cards today.
Here is an example:
I hear thy voice, O turtle dove-
The dawn is all aglow-
Weary am I with love, with love,
Oh, whither shall I go? Ancient History Sourcebook:
Egyptian Love Poetry, c. 2000 - 1100 BCE I. Your love has penetrated all within me
Like honey plunged into water,
Like an odor which penetrates spices,
As when one mixes juice in... ...... Nevertheless you run to seek your sister,
Like the steed upon the battlefield,
As the warrior rolls along on the spokes of his wheels. For heaven makes your love
Like the advance of flames in straw,
And its longing like the downward swoop of a hawk. II. Disturbed is the condition of my pool.
The mouth of my sister is a rosebud.
Her breast is a perfume.
Her arm is a............bough
Which offers a delusive seat.
Her forehead is a snare of meryu-wood. I am a wild goose, a hunted one,
My gaze is at your hair,
At a bait under the trap
That is to catch me. III. Is my heart not softened by your love-longing for me?
My dogfoot-(fruit) which excites your passions
Not will I allow it
To depart from me. Although cudgeled even to the "Guard of the overflow,"
To Syria, with shebod-rods and clubs,
To Kush, with palm-rods,
To the highlands, with switches
To the lowlands, with twigs, Never will I listen to their counsel
To abandon longing. IV. The voice of the wild goose cries,
Where she has seized their bait,
But your love holds me back,
I am unable to liberate her. I must, then, take home my net!
What shall I say to my mother,
To whom formerly I came each day
Loaded down with fowls? I shall not set the snares today
For your love has caught me. 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. Want some more? |
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