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Songs to the Harp
By Egyptian Literature
Songs which are in the tomb of King Antef, justified, which are in front of the singer on the harp
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One body passeth &pipe; and others are set up since the time of the ancestors.
The gods who were aforetime &pipe; rest in their sepulchres,
So also the nobles glorified &pipe; buried in their sepulchres.
Palaces are built and their places are not &pipe; behold what hath been done with them!
“Behold their places, their walls are ruined &pipe; their places are not, as though they had not been.
None cometh thence to tell their lot &pipe; to tell their estate,
To strengthen our hearts &pipe; until ye approach the place to which they have gone.”
Be thou of good cheer thereat &pipe; [as for me] my heart faileth me in singing thy dirge.
Be clothed in fine linen, be anointed with pure ben oil &pipe; things fit for a god.
Enjoy thyself beyond measure &pipe; let not thy heart faint.
Follow thy desire and thy happiness while thou art on earth &pipe; fret not thy heart till cometh to thee that day of lamentations.
The Still-of-Heart heareth not their lamentations &pipe; the heart of a man in the pit taketh no part in mourning.
And rest not on it.
Behold, it is not given to a man to carry his goods with him!
Behold, there is none who hath gone,
And cometh back hither again!
[Saith the player on the harp who is in the tomb of the Osirian, the divine father of Amen, Neferhetep, Justified, he saith:—]
O how weary! Truly a prince was he!
That good fate hath come to pass.
Bodies pass away since the time of God,
The youthful come in their place.
Ra presenteth himself every morning,
Tum setteth in the Mountain of the West,
Men beget and women conceive;
Every nostril tasteth the breath of sunrise;
Those whom they bring forth—all of them—
They come in their stead.
Set gums and choice unguents of every kind for thy nose,
Garlands of lotuses on the shoulders,
And on the breast of thy sister, who is in thy heart,
Who sitteth at thy side.
Set singing and music before thy face,
Put all sorrow behind thee,
Bethink thyself of joys,
Until there cometh that day on which thou moorest at the land that loveth silence,
Before the heart of the son whom thou lovest is still.
There are heard all the things &pipe; that have happened to the ancestors who were aforetime;
Their walls are ruined &pipe; their places are not;
They are as though they had never been &pipe; since the time of the god.
May thy walls be established &pipe; may thy trees flourish on the bank of thy pond!
May thy soul sit beneath them &pipe; that it drink their waters!
Follow thy heart greatly &pipe; while thou art on earth.
Give bread to him &pipe; who is without plot of land.
Mayest thou gain a good name &pipe; for the eternal future!
Mayest thou …