This poem was extracted
from a 3,000 year-old papyrus
She
is one soul, there is no one like her.
She is more beautiful than any other.
Look, she is a star goddess arising
at the beginning of a happy new year;
brilliantly white, bright skinned;
with beautiful eyes for looking,
with sweet lips for speaking;
she has not one phrase too many.
With a long neck and white breasts,
her hair of genuine lapis lazuli;
her
arms more brilliant than gold;
her fingers like lotus flowers,
with unyielding hips and girt waist.
Her thighs offer her beauty,
with a brisk step she treads on ground.
She has captured my heart in her embrace.
She makes all men turn their necks
to look at her.
One looks at her passing by,
this one, the unique one.