She is one girl, there is no one like her.
She is more beautiful than any other.
Look, she is like 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 breast,
her hair of genuine lapis lazuli
her arm more brilliant than gold;
her fingers like lotus flowers,
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
I wish I were your mirror
so that you always looked at me.
I wish I were your garment
so that you would always wear me.
* Extract from 3000 year-old Papyrus.