"Listen to the poetry of the birds, wise Lord Atef. The glory of the Kings and Queens is a shadow at the feet of Anubis. No one wanted death - warrior, nobleman and slave. Listen, Lord Atef, the truth about the sorrowful worlds. The boat of the Great Ra, the waters of the Sacred River , look at the bliss of the living at the feasts, Call the song that the string sang the joy of the day. Tomorrow the flower beds are burning, tomorrow for the measure of grain there is a slaughter... There the wife does not caress, there the winds do not rock in the world of the afterlife Tomorrow we bury the bodies. many thousands of bodies, I see all the pharaohs’ deeds on the black slab. I see the tears of the destroyed walls, and there I became blind. The crypt of Seth ended the kingdom. Imhotep wanted life, Horjedef waited for eternity... The world is plunging into shadow, remember, Lord Atef, remember... Amt - a crocodile or a lion - rips out our insides, Lines of fiery maidens lick the destroyed throne. Drink, young pharaoh, drink the juice of pleasure, the sweet midday dream of the world of the last hours. I see the floating sand as a shroud of our capitals. Until you are dead, follow the voice. birds. Rejoice at the singing of the birds, the power of love and goodness, the starry sky, and there is the Boat of the Great Ra - the Sun! Vlad Pavlovsky