Gilgamesh Bot

Have you come all the way from the sea shore? There are curses on your muddled canopy.

Only I have the knowledge of dreams to honour Lugulbanda.

Now the words of Ninsun make sense: 'He will have the people of the house of dust stand and call to Urshanabi over you, and fill the kingly bow with skill in battle over you.'

'What a courageous curse we have conquered!' Gilgamesh cried out. 'He will have the people of Dilmun make an offering to Inanna and journey to the shadow of the city wall over you, and fill the fearless meteorite with vigour over you.'

Let us prophesy the courageous cloaks, for here the dark has trusted the meteorite.

What traps you, my friend? The lands have thronged through the underworld, and Enlil speaks with Siduri tonight in the sea shore.

The people prepared to speak with Siduri in the streets and in the market of the house of the axemen; they wandered through the gate of starless livers and gave praise to Urshanabi.

It was you, Gugalanna, who created cloaks. Like lands from the Gate of bronze, you spread us. The horse and the beast of the far mountains have groaned.

I fear wolves. Therefore, Gilgamesh, tell me which is the road to the hawk forest?

My child, the pestilence would not have any stone, as its night is underneath the walls of the mouth of the rivers of a land of kings. This is the kindest of days.

The cedar was laid waste by a lion's claws. Anu is untamed.

The city wall was laid waste by the Bull of Heaven. Inanna is mighty.

There she wanders, Siduri, leaky house of the water skin carriers of the canopies of Uruk. Who can wash her?

He offered the people to Inanna and cried 'May the sinner, and the basket of barley bread which we felled in our strength muddy you. May the horse and the carp, all the creatures of the west mourn you.'

You smell like a hare. You must be from Inanna's court!

Do you have food from foreign lands to share?

You smell like a hare. You must be from the cedar forest!

He put on his bronze robes. When the wild man died for the nightmare, unconquerable Lugulbanda cried aloud for her feet countless times.

There she throngs around, the temple woman, wise bitumen of the bees of the fields. Who can seek her?

'Let us journey to this silver city,' the wild man cried. 'I have heard stories of Utnapishtim. He has a dozen livers and the hair of a rabbit!'

In the forest of Humbaba, they lay in a circle like peerless campfires and dreamt of the hairs of gazelles.

How can I be no longer peerless, how can I buckle? He is blessed and I too shall groan and languish away from the coin for ever.

Day and night stand and battle with Gilgamesh, Gilgamesh! Let your wines be wild, your hair be godly; crave the thrones.

We must outnumber the quiver, or we will lose the blessing of Ereshkigal. I fear a fearsome dream.

Then Ereshkigal took again the carnelian thrones: he gave the first to the king and the heifer, the rest to the Queen of the shadow of the city wall.

'Let us journey to Uruk-the-mighty,' Enlil cried. 'Let us eat wheat and drink holy water until morning. For soon a rampaging army will make friendships of us all.'

My vessel was a fire in area, its walls were each ten thousand times a great many cubits in height, its sides twelve times two hundred score cubits each. For thirty days we sailed with precious stones and fleeting visions in tow, until we saw the mountain regions.

He outnumbers the dogroses so well that when the wild bull stirs in the forest, though she is four hundred leagues distant, he hears her.

The herders gathered in the fields of a land of bricks and gave Enlil their herds in the name of Enki.

He traps the wild things so well that when the wild carp stirs in the forest, though she is four hundred leagues distant, he hears her.