Sister Without Peer Poem by Anonymous

My one, the sister without peer,
The handsomest of all!
She looks like the rising 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!