Advice to Ambitious Young Egyptians: Rise Above the Masses, Become a Scribe!
(ca. 1350-1200 B.C.)
[Beginning of the instruction in letter-writing made by the royal scribe and chief overseer of the cattle of Amen-Re, King of Gods, Nebmare-nakht] for his apprentice, the scribe Wenemdiamun.
2. Praise of the Scribe' s Profession
[The royal scribe] and chief overseer
of the cattle of Amen-[Re, King of Gods, Nebmare-nakht
speaks to the scribe Wenemdiamun]. [Apply yourself
to this] noble profession. "Follower of Thoth"
is the good name of him who exercises it. -----. He makes friends with those
greater than he. Joyful ----. Write with your hand, read with your mouth. Act
according to my words.-----, my heart is not
disgusted. -----. ----- to my instructing you. You
will find it useful. ----- [with bread and] beer. You will be advanced by
your superiors. You will be sent on a mission -----. Love writing, shun
dancing; then you become a worthy official. Do not long for the marsh ticket.
Turn your back on throw stick and chase. By day write with your fingers;
recite by night. Befriend the scroll, the palette. It pleases more than wine.
Writing for him who knows it is better than all other professions. It pleases
more than bread and beer, more than clothing and ointment. It is worth more
than an inheritance in
3. Advice to the Unwilling Pupil
Young fellow, how conceited you are! You
do not listen when I speak. Your heart is denser than a great obelisk, a
hundred cubits high, ten cubits thick. When it is
finished and ready for loading, many work gangs draw it. It hears the words
of men; it is loaded on a barge. Departing from Yebu
it is conveyed, until it comes to rest on its place in
So also a cow is bought this year, and it plows the following year. It learns to listen to the herdsman; it only lacks words. Horses brought from the field, they forget their mothers. Yoked they go up and down on all his majesty's errands. They become like those that bore them, that stand in the stable. They do their utmost for fear of a beating.
But though I beat you with every kind of stick, you do not listen. If I knew another way of doing it, I would do it for you, that you might listen. You are a person fit for writing, though you have not yet known a woman. Your heart discerns, your fingers are skilled, your mouth is apt for reciting.
Writing is more enjoyable than enjoying a basket of -- and beans; more enjoyable than a mother's giving birth, when her heart knows no distaste. She is constant in nursing her son; her breast is in his mouth every day. Happy is the heart (of) him who writes; he is young each day. ...
5. All Occupations Are Bad Except That of the Scribe
See for yourself with your own eye. The occupations lie before you.
The washerman's day is going up, going down. All his limbs are weak, (from) whitening his neighbors' clothes every day, from washing their linen.
The maker of pots is smeared with soil, like one whose relations have died. His hands, his feet are full of clay; he is like one who lives in the bog.
The cobbler mingles with vats. His odor is penetrating. His hands are red with madder, like one who is smeared with blood. He looks behind him for the kite, like one whose flesh is exposed.
The watchman prepares garlands and polishes vasestands. He spends a night of toil just as one on whom the sun shines.
The merchants travel downstream and upstream. They are as busy as can be, carrying goods from one town to another. They supply him who has wants. But the tax collectors carry off the gold, that most precious of metals.
The ships' crews from every house (of
commerce), they receive their loads. They depart from
The carpenter who is in the shipyard carries the timber and stacks it. If he gives today the output of yesterday, woe to his limbs! The shipwright stands behind him to tell him evil things.
His outworker who is in the fields, his is the toughest of all the jobs. He spends the day loaded with his tools, tied to his tool-box. When he returns home at night, he is loaded with the tool-box and the timbers, his drinking mug, and his whetstones.
The scribe, he alone, records the output of all of them. Take note of it!
6. The Misfortunes of the Peasant
Let me also expound to you the situation of the peasant, that other tough occupation. [Comes] the inundation and soaks him --, he attends to his equipment. By day he cuts his farming tools; by night he twists rope. Even his hour he spends on farm labor. He equips himself to go to the field as if he were a warrior. The dried field lies before him; he goes out to get his team. When he has been after the herdsman for many days, he gets his team and comes back with it. He makes for it a place in the field. Comes dawn, he goes to make a start and does not find it in its place. He spends three days searching for it; he finds it in the bog. He finds no hides on them; the jackals have chewed them. He comes out, his garment in his hand, to beg for himself a team.
When he reaches his field he finds (it) [broken up]. He spends time cultivating, and the snake is after him. It finishes off the seed as it is cast to the ground. He does not see a green blade. He does three plowings with borrowed grain. His wife has gone down to the merchants and found nothing for [barter.] Now the scribe lands on the shore. He surveys the harvests. Attendants are behind him with staffs, Nubians with clubs. One says (to him): "Give grain." "There is none." He is beaten savagely. He is bound, thrown in the well, submerged head down. His wife is bound in his presence. His children are in fetters. His neighbors abandon them and flee. When it's over, there's no grain.
If you have any sense, be a scribe. If you have learned about the peasant, you will not be able to be one. Take note of it! ...
8. The Scribe Does Not Suffer Like the Soldier
Furthermore. Look, I instruct you to make you sound; to make you hold the palette freely. To make you become one whom the king trusts; to make you gain entrance to treasury and granary. To make you receive the ship-load at the gate of the granary. To make you issue the offerings on feast days. You are dressed in fine clothes; you own horses. Your boat is on the river; you are supplied with attendants. You stride about inspecting. A mansion is built in your town. You have a powerful office, given you by the king. Male and female slaves are about you. Those who are in the fields grasp your hand, on plots that you have made. Look, I make you into a staff of life! Put the writings in your heart, and you will be protected from all kinds of toil. You will become a worthy official.
Do you not recall the (fate of) the unskilled man? His name is not known. He is ever burdened (like an ass carrying) in front of the scribe who knows what he is about.
Come, (let me tell) you the woes of the soldier, and how many are his superiors: the general, the troopcommander, the officer who leads, the standard-bearer, the lieutenant, the scribe, the commander of fifty, and the garrison-captain. They go in and out in the halls of the palace, saying: "Get laborers!" He is awakened at any hour. One is after him as (after) a donkey. He toils until the Aten sets in his darkness of night. He is hungry, his belly hurts; he is dead while yet alive. When he receives the grain-ration, having been released from duty, it is not good for grinding.
He is called up for
Be a scribe, and be spared from soldiering! You call and one says: "Here I am." You are safe from torments. Every man seeks to raise himself up. Take note of it!
Credits: Miriam Lichtheim, trans. and