Mercury Day Poetry: The Oldest Love Poem

It’s on a clay tablet, dating from about the 8th Century BCE, and it’s about the size of a cell phone. It’s also, well, pretty hot. From ancient Babylon, where we all came from, courtesy the Istanbul Archeological Museum. The bride Enlil is praising her bridegroom, Shu-sin.

How does she love him? She counts the ways.

Bridegroom, dear to my heart,
Goodly is your beauty, honeysweet,
Lion, dear to my heart,
Goodly is your beauty, honeysweet.

…………………

Bridegroom, let me caress you,
My precious caress is more savory than honey,
In the bedchamber, honey-filled,
Let me enjoy your goodly beauty,
Lion, let me caress you,
My precious caress is more savory than honey.
Bridegroom, you have taken your pleasure of me,
Tell my mother, she will give you delicacies,
My father, he will give you gifts.

…………………

You, because you love me,
Give me pray of your caresses,
My lord god, my lord protector,
My SHU-SIN, who gladdens ENLIL’s heart,
Give my pray of your caresses

…………………

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