Musings At Giza, Egypt

Musings at Giza, Egypt by Michael R. Burch In deepening pools of shadows lies the Sphinx, and men still fear his eyes. Though centuries have passed, he waits. Egyptians gather at the gates. Great pyramids, the looted tombs —how still and desolate their wombs!— await sarcophagi of kings. From eons past, a hammer rings. Was Cleopatra's litter borne along these streets now bleak, forlorn? Did Pharaohs clad in purple ride fierce stallions through a human tide? Did Bocchoris here mete his law from distant Kush to Saqqarah? or Tutankhamen here once smile upon the children of the Nile? or Nefertiti ever rise with wild abandon in her eyes to gaze across this arid plain and cry, “Great Isis, live again!” An Ancient Egyptian Love Lyric translation Michael R. Burch Is there anything sweeter than these hours of love, when we're together, and my heart races? For what is better than embracing and fondling when you visit me and we surrender to delights? If you reach to caress my thigh, I will offer you my breast also: it's soft; it won't jab you or thrust you away! Will you leave me because you're hungry? Are you ruled by your belly? Will you leave me because you need clothes? I have chests full of fine linen! Will you leave me because you're thirsty? Here, suck my breasts! They're full to overflowing! I glory in the hours of our embracings; my joy is incalculable! The thrill of your love spreads through my body like honey in water, like a drug mixed with spices, like wine mingled with water. Oh, that you would speed to see your sister like a stallion in heat, like a bull to his heifer! For the heavens have granted us love like flames igniting straw, desire like the falcon's free-falling frenzy! Egyptian Love Song translation Michael R. Burch Lover, let’s slip down to the pond; I’ll bathe while you watch me from the nearest bank. I’ll wear my sexiest swimsuit, just for you, made of sheer linen, fit for a princess! Come, see how it looks when it’s wet! Can I coax you to wade with me? To let the cool water drench us? Then I’ll dive down deep, just for you and come up dripping as you feast your eyes on the little pink fish I’ve found. Then I’ll say, standing in the shallows: "Look at my little pink fish, love, as I hold it in my hand. See how my fingers caress it, slipping down its sides, then inside! See how it wiggles?" Then I’ll giggle softly and sigh, my eyes bright with your sight: It’s a gift, my love, no more words! Come closer and see: it’s all me!