Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Africa: Vol. XXIV. 1876–79.
Festal Dirge
By From the Egyptian
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Deceased, which is written in front of
The player on the harp.
All hail to the good Prince, the worthy good man,
The body is fated to pass away,
The atoms remain, ever since
The time of the ancestors.
The gods who were beforetime
Rest in their tombs,
The mummies of the saints
Likewise are enwrapped in their tombs.
They who build houses,
And they who have no houses, see!
What becomes of them.
I have heard the words
Of Imhotep and Hartatef.
It is said in their sayings,
“After all, what is prosperity?
Their fenced walls are dilapidated.
Their houses are as that which has never existed.
No man comes from thence
Who tells of their sayings,
Who tells of their affairs,
Who encourages our hearts.
Ye go to the place whence they return not.
Strengthen thy heart to forget
How thou hast enjoyed thyself,
Fulfil thy desire whilst thou livest.
Put oils upon thy head,
Clothe thyself with fine linen
Adorned with precious metals,
With the gifts of God
Multiply thy good things,
Yield to thy desire,
Fulfil thy desire with thy good things,
Whilst thou art upon earth,
According to the dictation of thy heart.
The day will come to thee,
When one hears not the voice,
When the one who is at rest
Hears not their voices.
Lamentations deliver not
Him who is in the tomb.
Feast in tranquillity,
Seeing that there is no one
Who carries away his goods with him.
Yea, behold, none who goes thither
Comes back again.