Mirror! Mirror! Is n’t it true,
That I am the brightest of them all,
Ah! As a lover’s token for his beloved,
Ah! As a crowning glory for the royal head,
Alas! All think, I am proud and hard,
And yet, I am the best, says the bard.

I have been looted, plundered
I have been fought for
yet shining and glittering,
I am still sought after.

Priceless and rare,
I am a lady’s greatest desire,
The ultimate crest of her dreams,
The height of her dreams,
The height of her fancies and whims.

Catch me, if you can,
Bind me into a span,
I am all yours with elan.