Write on the flat slate,
“Thy time came; what could we do, my spirit?”
Write on the flat marble,
“Thy time came; what could we do, my precious one?”
O scribe, writing with a costly pencil,
Greet the absent one and clasp hands.
(Impersonating Butrus)
Thy robe is long, Na‛meh, cut from it;
Have slight regard for fine appearance when we are gone.
Thy robe has a long trail;