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Sister
Without Peer

My
one, my soul without peer,
Most
beautiful of all!
Rising like the morning star
At
the start of a happy year.
Shining
bright, fair of skin,
Lovely
the look of her eyes,
Sweet
the speech of her lips,
She
has not a word too much.
Upright
neck, shining breast,
Hair
true lapis lazuli;
Arms
surpassing gold,
Fingers
like lotus buds.
Heavy
thighs, narrow waist,
Her
legs parade her beauty;
With
graceful step she treads the ground,
Captures
my heart by her movements.
She
causes all men's necks
To
turn about to see her;
Joy
has he whom she embraces,
He
is like the first of men!
When
she steps outside she seems like that the Sun!
First
Stanza, Beginning of the sayings of the great happiness,
from Papyrus Chester Beatty I
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