Queen Hatshepsut's Monologue

Many palace and temple walls carry my images; My subjects chant my name, whenever I am at their sight or not; Foreigners spread my name and status throughout the world After thousands of wheat harvests, I wonder whether my images on palace and temple walls will still be seen, to boast memories of my royal status; I wonder whether this land of Isis, will still be chanting my name; I wonder whether the sands of time, will have buried my legacy or not...