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[quillori]

from The Harper's Song For Inherkhawy
Egyptian, trans John L. Foster

All who come into being as flesh
           pass on, and have since God walked the earth;
                and young blood mounts to their places.
The busy fluttering souls and bright transfigured spirits
      who people the world below
                     and those who shine in the stars with Orion,
They built their mansions, they built their tombs –
      and all men rest in the grave.
So set your home well in the sacred land
           that your good name last because of it
Care for your works in the realm under God
           that your seat in the West be splendid.
The waters flow north, the wind blows south,
and each man goes to his hour.