"I will not tear myself away." My hand is in his hand. I wander together with him To every beautiful place. He makes me the first of maidens, Nor does he grieve my heart.

She wears a signet ring and has a lotus in her hand. I kiss her before everyone that they all may see my love. She enraptures my heart, and when she sees me, I am refreshed.

The stables are ready for him while horses are waiting at the stations The chariot is already harnessed— no time to rest on the way. Only on reaching his sister’s house will he will be truly happy.

Come to me, let your beauty be seen, let father and mother be glad. Call all my people together in one place, let them shout out for you, brother.

I am to you like a bit of land, With each shrub of grateful fragrance. Lovely is the water-conduit in it, Which your hand has dug, While the north wind cooled us. A beautiful place to wander, Your hand in my hand

I wish I were her Nubian slave who guards her steps. Then I would be able to see the colour of all her limbs!