The Harris Papyrus

I am thy first sister And thou art to me as the garden Which I have planted with flowers And all sweet-smelling herbs I directed a canal into it That thou mightest dip thy hand into it When the north wind blows cool The beautiful place where we take a walk When thy hand rests within mine With thoughtful mind and joyous heart Because we walk together It is intoxicating to me to hear thy voice And my life depends upon hearing thee whenever I see thee It is better to me than food or drink

The Beautiful Joyous Songs of Thy Sister Whom Thy Heart Loves Who Walks in the Fields

The love of my beloved leaps on the bank of the stream A crocodile lies in the shadows Yet I go down into the water and breast the wave My courage is high on the stream And the water is as land to my feet It is her love that makes me strong She is a book of spells to me When I behold my beloved coming my heart is glad My arms are spread apart to embrace her My heart rejoices forever...since my beloved came When I embrace her I am as one who is in Incense Land As one who carries perfumes When I kiss her, her lips are opened and I am merry without beer Would that I were her servant who is in attendance on her So should I behold the hue of all her limbs