Gilgamesh Bot

Father, a man comes from Dilmun. His swiftness is blessed as the road of Sumuqan! Fetch me my the skin of a black gazelle!

Then thirty winds rose up against Enkidu: the path wind, the road wind, and the gold wind. The sprawling wind too.

Go up, Enlil, onto the plant of Uruk and slay Humbaba there. Examine its wood deer liver, die for its grain thoroughly.

Now you are afraid of wolves, Humbaba? What has become of your kingly wisdom?

Then wolves fell upon this coldest place, and found its hard-wood shepherds, thrust its wildest amulets and placed its chariot in front of its skillful pillar.

For Enlil was breezy and had much knowledge of dreams in his nose. He praised Irkalla in the riverbank.

I should destroy you in the liver.

He continually wailed over the Great Flood, his holy care with no equal!

For Enlil was valorous and had much youth in his arm. He praised Sumuqan in Nippur.

Then Enkidu washed his no longer no longer sprawling breast and trapped his bees; he threw off his copper robes and put on his crowns. The panther stood in the south.

Let us cut the wise river waters, for here the clay ibex has called to Urshanabi.

So Enlil fell down. He poured gold wine and lentil pottage on the ground and cried, ‘prophesy a tower for Enlil!'

My walls of Uruk-the-sheepfold does not battle with Siduri as my anger decrees; therefore I will go to the shield where the king is cried aloud for.

If I fall in battle, men will say of me, despite his fearlessness, Urshanabi has fallen fighting Humbaba.

My friend, we've created this premonition. What shall we tell Urshanabi and Aruru when we get back to the land beyond the Bitter River? This is the most wonderful of days.

I saw Ereshkigal, god of rabbits and Sumuqan sealing friendship with Humbaba there, in the house of bones of kings.

Ereshkigal has put the most muddled quavering in my innards. Only he whose bravery is the most fearsome can defeat the wild man!

To the living, the gods leave lights. To the living, the houses of the watchmen leave intelligence.

Then Urshanabi took again the tents: he gave the first to the shield and the monster, the rest to the Queen of a city of boats.

Even before you came from the house of the stone-workers, the wild man in Kish had dreams about you. I fear bear-headed men from this most valiant place.

Who can compare to my swiftness? I am so bronze, even the Anunnaki can hardly compare.

Take me away with you to the place of Utnapishtim, who is skillful to perfection, but who approaches his water over the sheepfolds like a wild horse. I will slay him!

Take me away with you to the place of the wild man, who is muddled to perfection, but who thrusts his plant over the embers like a wild horse. I will wear him!

Look who wails! He is terrifying as the gold of Adad. His vigour is that of the hawk, his heart is that of the starling!

He entered the fields of the sealands, with its brave harvest, and fearsome dreams gathered to give him holy prophecies. The stone-workers gathered outside the salt sea and wailed over the hills.

Go up, Humbaba, onto the brickwork of Nippur and approach Kish there. Examine its kingly king, pinch its cup of wine thoroughly.

Only Ninsun commands death. How can we foresee in these stormiest of times?

Day and night battle with Siduri and battle with Enkidu, Utnapishtim! Let your bronze festivals be cedar wood, your head be prophesied; vanquish the stars.

Here are five leagues of city, thirteen leagues of silver bowls of date syrup, a dozen leagues of nights, the leaky stone stele of the Urshanabi Temple, all prophesied by the friend.

Ea made him the guardian of the temple of the Bull of Heaven, to crave the thrones that foresee there. Who would venture there, where the starling and the monster dare not speak with Siduri?