SO FLIES LIFE AWAY 



foici Notre Heure 



She led me, hand in hand, and we went into her 

 garden to converse together. 



There she made me taste of excellent honey. 



The rushes of the garden were verdant, and all 

 its bushes flourishing. 



There were currant trees and cherries redder 

 than rubies. 



The ripe peaches (the Persian fruit) of the gar- 

 den resembled bronze, and the groves had 

 the lustre of the stone nashem (green 

 felspar). 



The menni unshelled like cocoanuts they brought 

 us; its shade was fresh and airy, and soft 

 for the repose of love. 



" Come to me," she called unto me, " and enjoy 

 thyself a day . . . the garden is to-day in 

 its glory: there is a terrace and a parlour." 



(An Egyptian Poem. Written about 1 300 B.C. Taken from " The 

 Tale of the Garden of Flowers." Translated by M. Francois Chabas.) 



(Records of the Poret, Egyptian Texts). 

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