I agreed to be embalmed with you,
my magnificent Toutankchamoun!
Oh my only lover,
I became ill and died beside you.
No one else is going
Really to miss me-
Besides you, who no longer exist.
The priests ignored the wish
Of your faithful concubine.
They preferred to send you
beautiful and alone
to the great Ouezir.
It was raining a lot since.
Red poppies might be blossoming
Onto my pale cheeks.
At least, I left smiling.
To Sotiris
