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from the Songs of Songs

1. Man Of My Heart

Man of my heart, my beloved man,
your allure is a sweet thing, as sweet as honey.
Man of my heart, my beloved man,
your allure is a sweet thing, as sweet as honey.
You have captivated me,
of my own free will I will come to you.
Man, let me flee with you—into the bedroom.
You have captivated me;
of my own free will I shall come to you.
Lad, let me flee with you—into the bedroom.
Man, let me do the sweetest things to you.
My precious sweet, let me bring you honey.
In the bedchamber dripping with honey
let us enjoy over and over your allure, the sweet thing.
Lad, let me do the sweetest things to you.
My precious sweet, let me bring you honey.
.........


2. My Beloved Met Me

My beloved met me,
Took his pleasure of me, rejoiced as one with me.
The brother brought me into his house,
Laid me down on a fragrant honey-bed.
My precious sweet, lying be my heart,
One by one "tongue making", one by one,
My brother of fairest face did so fifty times, . . .
......

3. My Honey-Sweet

My dearest, my dearest, my dearest, my darling,
my darling, my honey of her own mother,
my sappy vine, my honey-sweet,
my honey-mouthed of her mother!
"The gazing of your eyes is pleasant to me;
come my beloved sister.
The speaking of your mouth is pleasant to me,
my honey-mouthed of her mother.
The kissing of your lips is pleasant to me;
come my beloved sister.
.........

4. As I was Strolling
......
The brother brought you into his house
and had you lie down on a bed dripping with honey.
When my sweet precious, my heart, had lain down too,
each of them in turn kissing with the tongue,
each in turn, then my brother of the beautiful eyes
.....

5. Vigorously He Sprouted

The honey-sweet man, the honey-sweet man,
was doing sweet (things) to me!
My lord, the honey-sweet man, the godly one,
my darling of his mother,
his hands honey sweet, his feet honeying,
was doing sweet things to me!
His limbs being sweet, sweet honey,
he was doing sweet things to me!
.......
my desert-honey loins, darling of his mother,
you watered it— it being lettuce!

Inanna, the Sumer Goddess of Love

source: www.humanistictexts.org/sumerlove.htm