In The Beginning Was The(spoken) Word and it became flesh #4

Come, my Soul, swim to me!
The water is deep in my love
Which carries me to you.
 
We are in the midst of the stream,
I clasp the flowers to my breast
Which is naked and drips with water.
But the moon makes them bloom like the lotus.
 
I give you my flowers
because they are beautiful,
And you are holding my hand
In the middle of the water.

 Under the protection of Hathor

O, my god, my lotus ...
The north wind is blowing ...
It is pleasant to go down to the river
My heart longs to enter it
To bathe with you.
I let you see my beauty
in a shirt of finest royal linen,
moist with balsam.
My hair is plaited with reeds
I enter the water to be with you
And leave it to join you
With a red fish.
It is beautiful on my fingers
I lay it down before you
Contemplating your beauty.
O my hero, my lover!
Come and look at me!