The Literature of the Ancient EgyptiansBudge, E. A. Wallis (Ernest Alfred Wallis), Sir
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The Literature of the Ancient Egyptians
Budge, E. A. Wallis (Ernest Alfred Wallis), Sir
Egyptian literature -- History and criticism; Egyptian literature -- Translations into English
And Anpu's hand was laid upon his head,
and he cast dust upon himself [in grief for Bata], and when he arrived
at his house he slew his wife, and threw her to the dogs, and he sat
down and mourned for his young brother.
And when many days had passed, Bata was living alone in the Valley of
the Acacia, and he spent his days in hunting the wild animals of the
desert; and at night he slept under the Acacia, on the top of the
flowers of which rested his heart. And after many days he built himself,
with his own hand, a large house in the Valley of the Acacia, and it was
filled with beautiful things of every kind, for he delighted in the
possession of a house. And as he came forth [one day] from his house, he
met the Company of the Gods, and they were on their way to work out
their plans in their realm. And one of them said unto him, "Hail, Bata,
thou Bull of the gods, hast thou not been living here alone since the
time when thou didst forsake thy town through the wife of thy elder
brother Anpu? Behold, his wife hath been slain [by him], and moreover
thou hast made an adequate answer to the attack which he made upon
thee"; and their hearts were very sore indeed for Bata. Then
Rā-Harmakhis said unto Khnemu,[1] "Fashion a wife for Bata, so that
thou, O Bata, mayest not dwell alone." And Khnemu made a wife to live
with Bata, and her body was more beautiful than the body of any other
woman in the whole country, and the essence of every god was in her; and
the Seven Hathor Goddesses came to her, and they said, "She shall die by
the sword." And Bata loved her most dearly, and she lived in his house,
and he passed all his days in hunting the wild animals of the desert so
that he might bring them and lay them before her. And he said to her,
"Go not out of the house lest the River carry thee off, for I know not
how to deliver thee from it. My heart is set upon the flower of the
Acacia, and if any man find it I must do battle with him for it"; and he
told her everything that had happened concerning his heart.
[Footnote 1: The god who fashioned the bodies of men.]
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