(all difficult words are in the wrts list)
Lord of the fish, he sends the birds flying south as he rises,
He is father to the barley and the wheat.
If he is slow to rise, people hold their breath,
They grow fierce as food runs out and many starve.
When the flooding is low, greed stalks the land,
Rich and poor both wander the roads, homeless.
Yet when the river rises, sparkling, the land rejoices,
Every stomach will be filled.
From a hymn to Hapi, god of the River Nile, written about 2020 BC.