** THIS IS A REBLOG OR AN EARLIER POST **
My beloved torments my heart with his voice,
He makes sickness take hold of me;
He is neighbor to my mother’s house.
And I cannot go to him!
Mother is right in charging him thus:
“Give up seeing her!”
It pains my heart to think of him,
I am possessed by love of him.
Truly, he is a foolish one,
But I resemble him;
He knows not my wish to embrace him,
Or he would write to my mother.
Beloved, I am promised to you
By the golden of women!
Come to me that I see your beauty,
Father, mother will rejoice!
My people will hail you all together,
They will hail you, O my beloved!
Second Stanza, from Papyrus Chester Beatty I