II + 

This sarcophagus contained the body + 

of Uresh-Nai, priestess to the goddess Mut, + 

Mother of All⁠— + 

Run your finger against this edge! + 

—here went the chisel!⁠—and think + 

of an arrogance endured six thousand years + 

without a flaw! + 

But love is an oil to embalm the body. + 

Love is a packet of spices, a strong + 

smelling liquid to be squirted into + 

the thigh. No? + 

Love rubbed on a bald head will make + 

hair⁠—and after? Love is + 

a lice comber! + 

Gnats on dung! + 

“The chisel is in your hand, the block + 

is before you, cut as I shall dictate: + 

this is the coffin of Uresh-Nai, + 

priestess to the sky goddess,⁠—built + 

to endure forever! + 

Carve the inside + 

with the image of my death in + 

little lines of figures three fingers high. + 

Put a lid on it cut with Mut bending over + 

the earth, for my headpiece, and in the year + 

to be chosen I will rouse, the lid + 

shall be lifted and I will walk about + 

the temple where they have rested me + 

and eat the air of the place: + 

Ah⁠—these walls are high! This + 

is in keeping.” + 