I pass by his house,
Finding its door open.
My beloved stands beside his mother,
His siblings all around him.
He looks at me as I pass,
(But) I alone rejoice.
Had his mother known my heart,
She would have gone inside for a moment.
O Golden One, put that in her heart,
so I may hurry to my beloved,
and kiss him before his companions!
Papyrus Chester Beatty I, Chester Beatty Library
I do not know, men of Athens, how my accusers affected you; as for me, I
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