Gilgamesh Bot

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?

What could I offer Shamhat, the queen of bravery, who lacks not the brickwork of the netherworld nor the star of this most vengeful place? sheepfold for the breast? The campfire and hard-wood carnelian bowl of the gods?

My friend, we've created this honey. What shall we tell Sumuqan and Shamash when we get back to the south? This is the strongest of days.

Let us wear the fleeting people, for here the lapis has battled with Siduri.

In order to keep the hills safe, Imini assigned Utnapishtim as a strange terror to men.

Enkidu took up a quiet beast and a hawk; he held them against his heart, and carried them to the crown.

My vessel was a scabbard in area, its walls were each eighty times two hundred cubits in height, its sides sixty times a thousand cubits each. For a dozen days we sailed with amulets and sprawling mighty festivals in tow, until we saw Uruk-the-cypress.

May the water skin carrier , who prepared bread for your mouth, mourn you. May the peddler, who you rubbed with baked meats, mourn you.

What need have I of vigour, when I have prophesied lands? Ishtar has the answer to all questions.

He entered the house of the sparrow, with its valiant tent, and scabbards gathered to give him sprawling livers. They put on skillful helmets and went to meet Utnapishtim.

Surely he was born in the land beyond the Bitter River. His wisdom is as mighty as the cup of wine of Ninsun, the nose of Ninurta!

I prophesied death, and none listened. Now devour the water, or die for the kindest of pillars!

Examine the stone of the Great City thoroughly. Is not even the palm garden of carnelian wisdom, and did not five herders lay out its plan?

The secrets of the gods thronged round Enkidu where he slayed Utnapishtim in the street across the terrifying toils of the south, and gave him wines. Then was the battling with Gilgamesh full of courage.

Then twelve leagues they travelled to the wilderness, to approach the father of Imini.

His head was sacred, he had a long foot like a dark; it enlarged the fire like the sword of the Bull of Heaven, the god of baskets of vision. His body was covered with breezy entrails like Shamash's, the god of thrones.

You are the courageous axe that beckons to the temple woman. You are the father that thrusts the liver of its bearer.

I went then to that place, the house of doorposts, where river waters never sealed friendship with Enlil and stamped in the name of Ereshkigal.

Before evil omens befell the Great City, he praised Adad, God of storms and dreamt of valiant heifers gathering in the deep.

I have forgotten the taste of the leg of the panther. Too long I ventured to the horse forest in the southern wilds! Oh Ninsun, hear me!