A recent entry finds a new poem discovered and transcribed. One he'll read to his twin.
I have found a rare and interesting volume, transcriptions and translations of love poems from Old Egypt. This one was written for someone who has loved as I have and I cannot wait to read it to her, time and again, until I have it committed to memory. Her hair has never been more like lapis than these evenings when it catches certain lights just so.
Sister without rival,
most beautiful of all,
she looks like the star-goddess, rising
at the start of the good New Year.
Perfect and bright, shining skin,
seductive in her eyes when she glances,
sweet in her lips when she speaks,
and never a word too many.
Slender neck, shining body,
her hair is true lapis,
her arm gathers gold,
her fingers are like lotus flowers,
ample behind, tight waist,
her thighs extend her beauty,
shapely in stride when she steps on the earth.
She has stolen my heart with her embrace,
She has made the neck of every man
turn round at the sight of her.
Whoever embraces her is happy,
he is like the head of lovers,
and she is seen going outside
like That Goddess, the One Goddess.
