Just a random late Egyptian love poem:
I shall lie down in my house and pretend illness. Then my neighbours will come by to visit me and my beloved will come with them. She will send the physicians away. For she alone understands my illness.
If provided that the translation is correct (which I trust the historians who encode the Egyptian language...), Egyptians and people back then are no difference from us all in this world today - human nature seems to be unchanged even after thousands of years.
Poems are ageless...
how cool is this :)
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