Lover excites my desire with his voice,
he gets a sickness to seize me,
for though I know he is a neighbour to my mother's house,
I know not how to go to him.

My heart is troubled whenever he is thought of:
his love possesses me.
See, he is mindless,
yet I am like him.

He does not know my lust to embrace him,
or that he could write my mother.
Lover, I am given over to you
by the Golden Goddess of womankind.

Come to me that I can see your perfection;
my father and my mother will be glad.
All men with one accord rejoice for you,
rejoice they for you, Lover.

Section of a poem from the Chester Beatty Love Songs