Behold now, Isis speaketh,—
Come to thy temple, come to thy temple, oh An![1]
Come to thy temple, for thine enemies are not!
Behold the excellent sistrum-bearer—come to thy temple!
Lo I, thy sister, love thee—do not thou depart from me!
Behold Hunnu,[2] the beautiful one!
Come to thy temple immediately—come to thy temple immediately! Behold thou my heart, which grieveth for thee;
Behold me seeking for thee—I am searching for thee to behold thee!
Lo, I am prevented from beholding thee—
I am prevented from beholding thee, oh An![1]
It is blessed to behold thee—come to the one who loveth thee!
Come to the one who loveth thee, oh thou who art beautiful, Un-Nofer,[3] deceased.
Come to thy sister—come to thy wife—
Come to thy wife, oh thou who makest the heart to rest.
I, thy sister, born of thy mother, go about to every temple of thine,
Yet thou comest not forth to me:
Gods, and men before the face of the gods, are weeping for thee at the same time, when they behold me!
