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Wednesday, June 28, 2017
Kolbrin - Book of Scrolls - Chpt 27 - Sacred Registers Pt 27
Here we have a love song ending with the comment that the ages of man have never been without love.
That could be a priestly add on.
All good and similar to offerings in the Hebrew Bible.
THE SONGS OF NEFATARI
I sing my song because the Earth sings; though
the wind is hushed among the groves it still plays with softmelodic gaiety. The benevolent sky looks gently
down, its breath stilled as it listens to the melody of the leaves.
The dew smiles in the morning, for it has
captured the light of love from the stars. My song is beautifiil becausemy heart dances gladly in my bosom, its
joyfulness conveys gay music to my thoughts and places endearingwords on my lips.
Because I am dedicated to love 1 have but one
love, the beautiful container of my life. My heart is a lonely thing ever seeking companionship with yours. It is
lost to you, so let it beat in your breast nestled against your heart, for there it surely belongs. My love is wholesome,
not tainted by any residue of past affections; it is gentle and pure, therefore treat it with manly tenderness,
for it is a precious treasure. I give it gladly and can give no more.
That which I give to you I can give to no other
man. For you the lovely pearl, for others the empty shell.
Let me live just for you, let me serve as your
housewife. Let me hold your child to my breast, let my eyes begladdened by your presence each night and in the
morning. Let me bask continuously in the wonderful radiance of your presence. Never part me from the source
of my joyfulness and gaiety, but let us go down the corridor of life together, your arm laid on my arm and my
hand in your hand.
My heart is desolation, it is like a wilted
flower. You are away, my love, and my eyes search the road for your coming. The
caress of sleep eludes me, for your image is ever there beside me and I cannot
find consolation with even the most comforting shadow. Come to me, my living
love, that I may feel the warmth of your flesh and be at peace.
While you are absent I concern myself no more
with things which give pleasure to a woman's heart. I neglect my hair arrangement and my diadem hangs
disregarded. My curls are laid aside, for I await your coming to put them on and greet you in my gaiety. The song is
silent on my lips, for my heart is without joy.
While you are away my heart slumbers, my bosom
is empty. Come quickly, my love, that my heart may awaken and beat gladly with the pulse of life. I await
your coming as the dawn awaits the sun, as the parched lands await the rising waters.
My eyes search the nightskies and see the mating
dance of the stars, the Earth about me throbs with the pulse beat of love. The dark waters reflect the
mystery of life, but I sit beside them desolate. Come to me my love, for none but you can awaken my response. I stand
alone on the shore of the sea of love. Come, O come, that we may enter the enchanted waters together.
Does the night long for the day as I long for
you? Does the thirsty wayfarer long for water as I yearn for you? If so, then truly they are to be pitied. O come, my
living love, and fill my days with the sunshine of your love.
It seems the ages of man have never been