Ancient Egypt
I am thy first sister,
I am for thee like the garden,
Which I have planted with flowers
And all sweet-smelling herbs.
Fair is the canal therein,
Which thy hand dug,
When the north wind blows cool.
The fair place, where we wa*k,
When thy hand lies in mine
And my heart is full of joy,
Because we walk together.
It is an intoxication, to hear thy voice,
And I live because I hear it
When ever I behold thee,
It is better than meat and drink.
I am thy first sister,
I am for thee like the garden,
Which I have planted with flowers
And all sweet-smelling herbs.
Fair is the canal therein,
Which thy hand dug,
When the north wind blows cool.
The fair place, where we wa*k,
When thy hand lies in mine
And my heart is full of joy,
Because we walk together.
It is an intoxication, to hear thy voice,
And I live because I hear it
When ever I behold thee,
It is better than meat and drink.