Ah! My darling, my savior....lusty Hathor!
Leave mortal incense of hearth, home.
Banish that bright-with-himself fool, Ra!
I wish to see this seaborne sprite by night!
'Turn out the light, then, turn out the light'!
Hera, break from pecking my brother,
break from your crackled-eye jealousy,
you have no green worth the gambit.
This sprite is mine, mine, mine!
No temple worthy, but my sea.
Aphrodite seems all used up!
Lift the cup, heralded with religions,
and drink of truth under the arbors
harboring All is One....the One is All.
So much for the Gitas of Greece...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Elie you know your words.keep it up up