By Leonidas Le Cenci Hamilton. London, New York, W.H. Allen & Co. [1884]

THE EPIC OF BABYLON;

The Babylonian goddess of love and the hero and the warrior king; constructed from translations of the Great Accadian epic and the legends of Assyria and Babylon, found in cuneiform inscriptions on tablets lately discovered and now deposited in the British museum. The oldest epic poem of antiquity, restored in modern verse,

This is a Victorian poetic translation of the saga of Izdubar. Who is Izdubar? Izdubar is a literal translation of the ideograph for ‘Gilgamesh‘, and was how the hero of the Gilgamesh saga was known when this book was written in the 1880s. A lexicographic tablet was finally discovered several decades later in which Izdubar was equated with Gilgamesh.

When this was written, only fragments of the epic had been found, and Hamilton had to supply continuity and motivation in several cases. The attentive reader will notice some differences here between the Gilgamesh epic as known today and Hamiltons’ poem. In Gilgamesh the King’s companion, Enkidu is originally a wild man, created to distract Gilgamesh. In Izdubar the equivalent character is a sage who is lured from the wilderness to interpret the King’s dreams. Humbaba is a ogre in Gilgamesh, a supernatural being, who Gilgamesh and Enkidu battle using supernatural means. Here (called Khumbaba) he is a human being, a King whom Izdubar defeats in combat. Hamilton also embellished his version using extraneous material such as religious hymns and magical incantations (which, to be fair, he carefully cited sources for in the footnotes). Strangely enough, Hamilton left out one of the most interesting parts of the Gilgamesh saga and the first to be discovered: the story of the Deluge.

Nevertheless, this constitutes one of the earliest translations of the Gilgamesh saga and is the only complete one (such as it is) known to be in the public domain.

(Texts: All Artifacts, Color Coding, & Writings in Bold Type With Italics Inside Parenthesis, are Added by Editor R. Brown, not the Authors, Translators, or Publishers!)

(gods in blue …mixed-breed demigods in teal…)

(Ninhursag’s creature creation = Enkidu, Enlil’s creature creation = Khumbaba)

ALCOVE I

TABLET I: COLUMN I

INVOCATION

O LOVE, my queen and goddess, come to me;

My soul shall never cease to worship thee;

Come pillow here thy head upon my breast,

And whisper in my lyre thy softest, best,

And sweetest melodies of bright Sami,1

Our Happy Fields2 above dear Subartu;3

Come nestle closely with those lips of love

And balmy breath, and I with thee shall rove

Through Sari4 past ere life on earth was known,

And Time unconscious sped not, nor had flown.

Thou art our all in this impassioned life:

How sweetly comes thy presence ending strife,

Thou god of peace and Heaven’s undying joy,

Oh, hast thou ever left one pain or cloy

Upon this beauteous world to us so dear?

To all mankind thou art their goddess here.

To thee we sing, our holiest, fairest god,

The One who in that awful chaos trod

And woke the Elements by Law of Love

To teeming worlds in harmony to move.

From chaos thou hast led us by thy hand,

5 Thus spoke to man upon that budding land:

“The Queen of Heaven, of the dawn am I,

The goddess of all wide immensity,

For thee I open wide the golden gate

Of happiness, and for thee love create

To glorify the heavens and fill with joy

The earth, its children with sweet love employ.”

Thou gavest then the noblest melody

And highest bliss–grand nature’s harmony.

With love the finest particle is rife,

And deftly woven in the woof of life,

In throbbing dust or clasping grains of sand,

In globes of glistening dew that shining stand

On each pure petal, Love’s own legacies

Of flowering verdure, Earth’s sweet panoplies;

By love those atoms sip their sweets and pass

To other atoms, join and keep the mass

With mighty forces moving through all space,

‘Tis thus on earth all life has found its place.

Through Kisar (?),6 Love came formless through the air

In countless forms behold her everywhere!

Oh, could we hear those whispering roses sweet,

Three beauties bending till their petals meet,

And blushing, mingling their sweet fragrance there

In language yet unknown to mortal ear.

Their whisperings of love from morn till night

          Would teach us tenderly to love the right.

          O Love, here stay! Let chaos not return!

With hate each atom would its lover spurn

In air above, on land, or in the sea,

O World, undone and lost that loseth thee!

For love we briefly come, and pass away

For other men and maids; thus bring the day

Of love continuous through this glorious life.

Oh, hurl away those weapons fierce of strife!

We here a moment, point of time but live,

Too short is life for throbbing hearts to grieve.

Thrice holy is that form that love hath kissed,

And happy is that man with heart thus blessed.

Oh, let not curses fall upon that head

Whom love hath cradled on the welcome bed

         Of bliss, the bosom of our fairest god,

         Or hand of love e’er grasp the venging rod.

        Oh, come, dear Zir-ri (?),7 tune your lyres and lutes,

And sing of love with chastest, sweetest notes,

Of Accad’s goddess Ishtar (Inanna), Queen of Love,

And Izdubar (Gilgamesh), with softest measure move;

Great Samas‘ (Utu)8 son, of him dear Zir-ri sing!

Of him whom goddess Ishtar warmly wooed,

Of him whose breast with virtue was imbued.

He as a giant towered, lofty grown,

As Babil‘s 9 great pa-te-si 10 was he known,

His armèd fleet commanded on the seas

And erstwhile traveled on the foreign leas;

His mother Ellat-gula (Ninsun)1a on the throne

From Erech (Uruk) all Kardunia2 ruled alone.”

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Footnotes

3:1 “Samu,” heaven.

3:2 “Happy Fields,” celestial gardens, heaven.

3:3 “Subartu” Syria.

3:4 “Sari,” plural form of “saros,” a cycle or measurement of time used by the Babylonians, 3,600 years. (1 Sar = 3,600 years = 1 complete orbit for Nibiru)

3:5 From the “Accadian Hymn to Ishtar,” terra-cotta tablet numbered “S, 954,” one of the oldest hymns of a very remote date, deposited in the British Museum by Mr. Smith. It comes from Erech, one of the oldest, if not the oldest city of Babylonia. We have inserted a portion of it in its most appropriate place in the epic. See translation in “Records of the Past,” vol. v. p. 157.

4:6 “Kisar,” the consort or queen of Sar, father of all the gods.

5:7 “Zir-ri“ (pronounced “zeer-ree”), short form of “Zi-aria,” spirits of the running rivers–naiads or water-nymphs.

5:8 “Samas (Shamash / Utu),“ the sun-god.

5:9 Babil, Babylon; the Accadian name was “Diu-tir,” or “Duran.”

5:10 “Pa-te-si” prince.

5:1a “Ellat-gula (Ninsun)“ one of the queens or sovereigns of Erech, supposed to have preceded Nammurabi or Nimrod on the throne. We have identified Izdubar herein with Nimrod.

5:2 “Kardunia,” the ancient name of Babylonia.

COLUMN II

THE FALL OF ERECH

O Moon-god,1b hear my cry! With thy pure light

Oh, take my spirit through that awful night

That hovers o’er the long-forgotten years,

To sing Accadia’s songs and weep her tears!

‘Twas thus I prayed, when lo! my spirit rose

On fleecy clouds, enwrapt in soft repose;

And I beheld beneath me nations glide

In swift succession by, in all their pride:

The earth was filled with cities of mankind,

And empires fell beneath a summer wind.

The soil and clay walked forth upon the plains

In forms of life, and every atom gains

A place in man or breathes in animals;

And flesh and blood and bones become the walls

Of palaces and cities, which soon fall

To unknown dust beneath some ancient wall.

All this I saw while guided by the stroke

Of unseen pinions:

Then amid the smoke

That rose o’er burning cities, I beheld

White Khar-sak-kur-ra’s2 brow arise that held

The secrets of the gods–that felt the prore

Of Khasisadra’s (Noah) ark; I heard the roar

Of battling elements, and saw the waves

That tossed above mankind’s commingled graves.

The mighty mountain as some sentinel

Stood on the plains alone; and o’er it fell

A halo, bright, divine; its summit crowned

With sunbeams, shining on the earth around

And o’er the wide expanse of plains;–below

Lay Khar-sak-kal-ama3 with light aglow,

And nestling far away within my view

Stood Erech, Nipur, Marad, Eridu,

And Babylon, the tower-city old,

In her own splendor shone like burnished gold.

And lo! grand Erech in her glorious days

Lies at my feet. I see a wondrous maze

Of vistas, groups, and clustering columns round,

Within, without the palace;–from the ground

Of outer staircases, massive, grand,

Stretch to the portals where the pillars stand.

A thousand carved columns reaching high

To silver rafters in an azure sky,

And palaces and temples round it rise

With lofty turrets glowing to the skies,

And massive walls far spreading o’er the plains,

Here live and move Accadia‘s courtly trains,

And see! the pit-u-dal-ti4 at the gates,

And masari5 patrol and guard the streets!

And yonder comes a kis-ib, nobleman,

With a young prince; and see! a caravan

Winds through the gates!

With men the streets are filled!

And chariots, a people wise and skilled

In things terrestrial, what science, art,

Here reign! With laden ships from every mart

The docks are filled, and foreign fabrics bring

From peoples, lands, where many an empire, king,

Have lived and passed away, and naught have left

In. history or song. Dread Time hath cleft

Us far apart; their kings and kingdoms, priests

And bards are gone, and o’er them sweep the mists

Of darkness backward spreading through all time,

Their records swept away in every clime.

Those alabaster stairs let us ascend,

And through this lofty portal we will wend.

See! richest Sumir rugs amassed, subdue

The tilèd pavement with its varied hue,

Upon the turquoise ceiling sprinkled stars

Of gold and silver crescents in bright pairs!

And gold-fringed scarlet curtains grace each door,

And from the inlaid columns reach the floor:

From golden rods extending round the halls,

Bright silken hangings drape the sculptured walls.

But part those scarlet hangings at the door

Of yon grand chamber! tread the antique floor!

Behold the sovereign on her throne of bronze,

While crouching at her feet a lion fawns;

The glittering court with gold and gems ablaze

With ancient splendor of the glorious days

Of Accad‘s sovereignty. Behold the ring

Of dancing beauties circling while they sing

With amorous forms in moving melody,

The measure keep to music’s harmony.

Hear! how the music swells from silver lute

And golden-stringèd lyres and softest flute

And harps and tinkling cymbals, measured drums,

While a soft echo from the chamber comes.

But see! the sovereign lifts her jeweled hand,

The music ceases at the Queen’s command;

And lo! two chiefs in warrior’s array,

With golden helmets plumed with colors gay,

And golden shields, and silver coats of mail,

Obeisance make to her with faces pale,

Prostrate themselves before their sovereign’s throne;

In silence brief remain with faces prone,

Till Ellat-gula (Ninsun)6 speaks: “My chiefs, arise!

What word have ye for me? what new surprise?

Tur-tau-u,7 rising, says, “O Dannat (Ninsun)8 Queen!

Thine enemy, Khum-baba 9 with Rim-siu (King Rim-Sin) 10

With clanging shields, appears upon the hills,

And Elam’s host the land of Sumir fills.”

“Away, ye chiefs! sound loud the nappa-khu! 1

Send to their post each warrior bar-ru!” 2

The gray embattlements rose in the light

That lingered yet from Samas’ (Shamash / Utu) 3 rays, ere Night

Her sable folds had spread across the sky.

Thus Erech stood, where in her infancy

The huts of wandering Accads had been built

Of soil, and rudely roofed by woolly pelt

O’erlaid upon the shepherd’s worn-out staves,

And yonder lay their fathers’ unmarked graves.

Their chieftains in those early days oft meet

Upon the mountains where they Samas greet,

With their rude sacrifice upon a tree

High-raised that their sun-god may shilling see

Their offering divine; invoking pray

For aid, protection, blessing through the day.

Beneath these walls and palaces abode

The spirit of their country–each man trod

As if his soul to Erech‘s weal belonged,

And heeded not the enemy which thronged

Before the gates, that now were closed with bars

         Of bronze thrice fastened.

See the thousand cars

And chariots arrayed across the plains!

The marching hosts of Elam’s armèd trains,

The archers, slingers in advance amassed,

With black battalions in the center placed,

With chariots before them drawn in line,

Bedecked with brightest trappings iridine.,

While gorgeous plumes of Elam’s horses nod

Beneath the awful sign of Elam’s god.

On either side the mounted spearsmen far

Extend; and all the enginery of war

Are brought around the walls with fiercest shouts,

And from behind their shields each archer shoots.

Thus Erech is besieged by her dread foes,

And she at last must feel Accadia‘s woes,

And feed the vanity of conquerors,

Who boast o’er victories in all their wars.

Great Subartu 4 has fallen by Sutu 5

And Kassi, 6 Goim 7 fell with Lul-lu-bu, 8

Thus Khar-sak-kal-a-ma 9 all Eridu 10

O’erran with Larsa’s allies; Subartu

With Duran1 thus was conquered by these sons

Of mighty Shem (alien technologies) and strewn was Accad‘s bones

Throughout her plains, and mountains, valleys fair,

Unburied lay in many a wolf’s lair.

Oh, where is Accad‘s chieftain Izdubar (Gilgamesh),

Her mightiest unrivaled prince of war?

The turrets on the battlemented walls

Swarm with skilled bowmen, archers–from them falls

A cloud of wingèd missiles on their foes,

Who swift reply with shouts and twanging bows;

And now amidst the raining death appears

The scaling ladder, lined with glistening spears,

But see! the ponderous catapults now crush

The ladder, spearsmen, with their mighty rush

Of rocks and beams, nor in their fury slacked

As if a toppling wall came down intact

Upon the maddened mass of men below.

But other ladders rise, and up them flow

The tides of armèd spearsmen with their shields;

From others bowmen shoot, and each man wields,

A weapon, never yielding to his foe,

For death alone he aims with furious blow.

At last upon the wall two soldiers spring,

A score of spears their courses backward fling.

But others take their place, and man to man,

And spear to spear, and sword to sword, till ran

The walls with slippery gore; but Erech‘s men

Are brave and hurl them from their walls again.

And now the battering-rams with swinging power

Commence their thunders, shaking every tower;

And miners work beneath the crumbling walls,

Alas! before her foemen Erech falls.

Vain are suspended chains against the blows

Of dire assaulting engines.

Ho! there goes

The eastern wall with Erech‘s strongest tower!

And through the breach her furious foemen pour:

A wall of steel withstands the onset fierce,

But thronging Elam’s spears the lines soon pierce,

A band of chosen men there fight to die,

Before their enemies disdain to fly;

The masari 2 within the breach thus died,

And with their dying shout the foe defied.

The foes swarm through the breach and o’er the walls,

And Erech (Uruk) in extremity loud calls

Upon the gods for aid, but prays for naught,

While Elam’s soldiers, to a frenzy wrought,

Pursue and slay, and sack the city old

With fiendish shouts for blood and yellow gold.

Each man that falls the foe decapitates,

And bears the reeking death to Erech‘s gates.

The gates are hidden ‘neath the pile of heads

That climbs above the walls, and outward spreads

A heap of ghastly plunder bathed in blood.

Beside them calm scribes of the victors stood,

And careful note the butcher’s name, and check

The list; and for each head a price they make.

Thus pitiless the sword of Elam gleams

And the best blood of Erech flows in streams.

From Erech‘s walls some fugitives escape,

And others in Euphrates wildly leap,

And hide beneath its rushes on the bank

And many ‘neath the yellow waters sank.

The harper of the Queen, an agèd man,

Stands lone upon the bank, while he doth scan

The horizon with anxious, careworn face,

Lest ears profane of Elam’s hated race

Should hear his strains of mournful melody:

Now leaning on his harp in memory

Enwrapt, while fitful breezes lift his locks

Of snow, he sadly kneels upon the rocks

And sighing deeply clasps his hands in woe,

While the dread past before his mind doth flow.

A score and eight of years have slowly passed

Since Rim-a-gu, with Elam’s host amassed,

Kardunia‘s ancient capital had stormed.

The glorious walls and turrets are transformed

To a vast heap of ruins, weird, forlorn,

And Elam’s spears gleam through the coming morn.

From the sad sight his eyes he turns away,

His soul breathes through his harp while he doth play

With bended head his agèd hands thus woke

The woes of Erech with a measured stroke:

         O Erech! dear Erech, my beautiful home,

         Accadia‘s pride, O bright land of the bard,

         Come back to my vision, dear Erech, oh, come!

         Fair land of my birth, how thy beauty is marred!

         The horsemen of Elam, her spearsmen and bows,

         Thy treasures have ravished, thy towers thrown down,

         And Accad is fallen, trod down by her foes.

         Oh, where are thy temples of ancient renown?

         Gone are her brave heroes beneath the red tide,

         Gone are her white vessels that rode o’er the main,

         No more on the river her pennon shall ride,

         Gargan-na is fallen, her people are slain.

         Wild asses 3 shall gallop across thy grand floors,

         And wild bulls shall paw them and hurl the dust high

         Upon the wild cattle that flee through her doors,

         And doves shall continue her mournful slave’s cry.

         Oh, where are the gods of our Erech so proud,

         As flies they are swarming away from her halls,

         The Sedu (winged sphynx) 4 of Erech are gone as a cloud,

         As wild fowl are flying away from her walls.

         Three years did she suffer, besieged by her foes,

         Her gates were thrown down and defiled by the feet

         Who brought to poor Erech her tears and her woes,

         In vain to our Ishtar (Inanna) with prayers we entreat.

         To Ishtar bowed down doth our Bel (Enlil) thus reply,

“Co              Ishtar, my queenly one, hide all thy tears,

         Our hero, Tar-u-man-i izzu Sar-ri5

         In Kipur is fortified with his strong spears.

         The hope of Kardunia,6 land of my delight,

         Shall come to thy rescue, upheld by my hands,

         Deliverer of peoples, whose heart is aright,

         Protector of temples, shall lead his brave bands.

         Awake then, brave Accad, to welcome the day!

        Behold thy bright banners yet flaming on high,

        Triumphant are streaming on land and the sea!

        Arise, then, O Accad! behold the Sami!7

         Arranged in their glory the mighty gods come

        In purple and gold the grand Tam-u8 doth shine

         Over Erech, mine Erech, my beautiful home,

         Above thy dear ashes, behold thy god’s sign!

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Footnotes

5:1b “O Moon-god, hear my cry!” (“Siu lici unnini!”) the name of the author of the Izdubar epic upon which our poem is based.

6:2 “Khar-sak-kur-ra,” the Deluge mountain on which the ark of Khasisadra, (the Accadian Noah) rested.

6:3 “Khar-sak-kal-ama” is a city mentioned in the Izdubar epic, and was probably situated at the base of Khar-sak-kur-ra, now called Mount Elwend. The same mountain is sometimes called
the “Mountain of the World” in the inscriptions, where the gods were supposed to sometimes reside.

6:4 “Pit-u-dal-ti,” openers of the gates.

6:5 “Masari,” guards of the great gates of the city, etc.

8:6 “Ellat-gula (Ninsun),“ the queen of Erech, the capital of Babylonia.

8:7 “Tur-tan-u” was the army officer or general who in the absence of the sovereign took the supreme command of the army, and held the highest rank next to the queen or king.

8:8 “Dannat“ (Ninsun) (the “Powerful Lady” was a title applied to the Queen, the mother of Izdubar (Sayce’s ed. Smith’s “Chal. Acc. of Gen.” p. 184). We have here identified her with Ellat-gula, the Queen of Babylon, who preceded Ham-murabi or Nammurabi, whom the inscriptions indicate was an Accadian. The latter we have identified with Nimrod following the suggestion of Mr. George Smith.

8:9 “Khumbaba” was the giant Elamitic king whom Izdubar overthrew. We identify him with the King of the Elamites who, allied with Rimsin or Rimagu, was overthrown by Nammurabi (Hammurabi) or Izdubar.

8:10 “Rim-siu,” above referred to, who overthrew Uruk, or Karrak, or Erech. He was king of Larsa, immediately south of Erech.

8:1 “Nap-pa-khu,” war-trumpet.

8:2 “Ba-ru,” army officer.

8:3 “Samas,” the Sun-god.

9:4 “Subartu” is derived from the Accadian “subar” (“high”), applied by the Accadians to the highlands of Aram or Syria. It is probable that all these countries, viz., Subartu, Goim, Lullubu, Kharsak-kalama, Eridu, and Duran, were at one time inhabited by the Accadians, until driven out by the Semites.

9:5 “Sutu is supposed to refer to the Arabians.

9:6 “Kassi,” the Kassites or Elamites. The Kassi inhabited the northern part of Elam.

9:7 “Goim,” or “Gutium,” supposed by Sir Henry Rawlinson to be the Goyim of Gen. xiv, ruled by Tidal or Turgal (“the Great Son”).

9:8 “Lul-lu-bu,” a country northward of Mesopotamia and Nizir.

9:9 “Karsak-kala-ma,” the city supposed to lie at the base of Kharsak-kurra, or Mount Nizir, or Mount Elwend. The same city was afterward called Ecbatana.

9:10 “Eridu,” the land of Ur, or Erech. (Enki’s city called “Eridu”)

9:1 “Duran,” Babylonia.

10:2 “Masari,” guards of the palace, etc.

12:3 See Sayce’s translation in the “Chal. Acc. of Gen.,” by Smith, p. 193.

12:4 “Sedu,” spirits of prosperity.

12:5 “Tar-u-mani izzu Sarri,” son of the faith, the fire of kings, or fire-king.

13:6 “Kardunia,” the ancient name of Babylon.

13:7 “Sami” heavens (plural).

13:8 “Tamu,” dawn or sunrise, day.

 

COLUMN III

THE RESCUE OF ERECH BY IZDUBAR

Heabani (Enkidu), weary, eyes his native land,

And on his harp now lays his trembling hand;

The song has ended in a joyous lay,

And yet, alas! his hands but sadly play:

Unused to hope, the strings refuse their aid

To tune in sympathy, and heartless played.

Again the minstrel bows his head in woe,

And the hot tear-drops from his eyelids flow,

And chanting now a mournful melody,

O’er Erech’s fall, thus sang an elegy:

       1“How long, O Ishtar, will thy face be turned,

         While Erech desolate doth cry to thee?

         Thy towers magnificent, oh, hast thou spurned?

              Her blood like water in Ul-bar, 2 oh, see!

         The seat of thine own oracle behold!

         The fire hath ravaged all thy cities grand,

         And like the showers of Heaven them all doth fold.

         O Ishtar! broken-hearted do I stand!

         Oh, crush our enemies as yonder reed!

         For hopeless, lifeless, kneels thy bard to thee,

         And, oh! I would exalt thee in my need,

         From thy resentment, anger, oh, us free!

With eyes bedimmed with tears, he careful scans

The plain, “Perhaps the dust of caravans

It is! But no!! I see long lines of spears!

A warrior from the lifting cloud appears,

And chariots arrayed upon the plain!

And is the glorious omen not in vain?

What! no?” He rubs his eyes in wild surprise,

And drinks the vision while he loudly cries:

“Oh, joy! our standards flashing from afar!

He comes! he comes! our hero Izdubar (Gilgamesh)!”

He grasps his harp inspired, again to wake

In song-the cry of battle now doth break.

                “Nin-a-rad (Nimrod?),3 servant of our great Nin (Ninurta)4

         Shall lead our hosts to victory!

         God of the chase and war, o’er him, oh, shine!

                                      Tar-u-ma-ni iz-zu sar-ri!5

         “Let Elam fall! the cause of Accad’s woes,

         Revenge of Erech, be the cry!

         This land our father’s blessed, our king they chose,

         Tar-u-ma-ni iz-zu sar-ri!

         Our holy fathers sleep upon this plain,

         We conquer, or we here will die;

         For victory, then raise the cry, ye men!

         Tar-u-ma-ni iz-zu sar-ri!”

The minstrel ceases, lifts his hands on high,

And still we hear his joyful waning cry:

Now echoed by yon hosts along the sky,

“He comes! Tar-u-ma-ni iz-zu sar-ri!

Great Accad’s hosts arrayed with spears and shields

Are coming! see them flashing o’er the fields!

And he! bright flashing as the god’s attire,

Doth lead in burnished gold, our king of fire.

His armor shines through yonder wood and fen,

That tremble ‘neath the tread of armèd men.

See! from his jeweled breastplate, helmet, fly

The rays like Samas from the cloudless sky!

How martially he rides his sable steed,

That proudly treads and lifts his noble head,

While eagerly he gallops down the line,

And bears his princely load with porte divine;

And now, along the plains there sounds afar

The piercing bugle-note of Izdubar;

For Erech’s walls and turrets are in view,

And high the standards rise of varied hue.

The army halts; the twanging bows are strung;

And from their chariots the chieftains sprung.

The wheeling lines move at each chief’s command,

With chariots in front;

On either hand

Extend the lines of spears and cavalry,

A wingèd storm-cloud waiting for its prey:

And see! while Accad’s army ready waits,

The enemy are swarming from the gates.

The charge, from either host, the trumpets sound,

And bristling chariots from each army bound:

A cloud of arrows flies from Accad’s bows

That hides the sun, and falls among their foes.

Now roars the thunder of great Accad’s cars,

Their brazen chariots as blazing stars

Through Nuk-khu’s (unknown?, Nusku?)6

depths with streams of blazing fire,

Thus fall upon the foe with vengeful ire.

The smoking earth shakes underneath their wheels,

And from each cloud their thunder loudly peals.

Thus Accad on their foes have fiercely hurled

Their solid ranks with Nin-rad’s flag unfurled,

The charging lines meet with a fearful sound,

As tempests’ waves from rocks in rage rebound;

The foe thus meet the men of Izdubar,

While o’er the field fly the fierce gods of war.

Dark Nin-a-zu (Ereshkigal’s son)7 her torch holds in her hand.

With her fierce screams directs the gory brand;

And Mam-mit (?, Ninhursag?)8 urges her with furious hand,

And coiling dragons 9 poison all the land

With their black folds and pestilential breath,

In fierce delight thus ride the gods of death.

The shouts of Accad mingle with the cries

Of wounded men and fiery steeds, which rise

From all the fields with shrieks of carnage, war,

Till victory crowns the host of Izdubar.

The chariots are covered with the slain,

And crushed beneath lie dead and dying men,

And horses in their harness wounded fall,

With dreadful screams, and wildly view the wall

Of dying warriors piling o’er their heads,

And wonder why each man some fury leads;

And others break across the gory plain

In mad career till they the mountain gain;

And snorting on the hills in wild dismay,

One moment glance below, then fly away;

Away from sounds that prove their masters, fiends,

Away to freedom snuffing purer winds,

Within some cool retreat by mountain streams,

Where peacefully for them, the sun-light gleams.

At last the foe is scattered o’er the plain,

And Accad fiercely slays the flying men;

When Izdubar beholds the victory won

By Accad’s grand battalions of the sun,

His bugle-call the awful carnage stays,

Then loud the cry of victory they raise.

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Footnotes

13:1 The above elegy is an Assyrian fragment remarkably similar to one of the psalms of the Jewish bible, and I believe it belongs to the Izdubar epic (W. A. I. IV. 19, No.; also see “Records of the Past” vol. xi. p. 160).

13:2 “Ul-bar,” Bel’s (Enlil) temple.

14:3 “Nin-a-rad,” literally “servant of Nin,” or “Nin-mar-ad,” “Lord of the city of Marad.”

14:4 “Nin (Ninurta),” the god of the chase and war, or lord.

14:5 “Tar-u-ma-ni izzu sar-ri,” “son of the faith, the fire-king.”

15:6 “Nuk-khu,” darkness (god of darkness).

16:7 “Nin-a-zu” god of fate and death.

16:8 “Mam-mit,” or “Mam-mi-tu (Ninhursag?),” goddess of fate.

16:9 “Dragons,” gods of chaos and death.

COLUMN IV

CORONATION OF IZDUBAR

A crowd of maidens led a glorious van;

With roses laden the fair heralds ran,

With silver-throated music chant the throng,

And sweetly sang the coronation song:

And now we see the gorgeous cavalcade,

Within the walls in Accad’s grand parade

They pass, led by the maidens crowned with flowers,

Who strew the path with fragrance;–to the towers

And walls and pillars of each door bright cling

The garlands. Hear the maidens joyful sing!

          “Oh, shout the cry! Accadians, joyful sing

         For our Deliverer! Oh, crown him King!

         Then strew his path with garlands, tulips, rose,

         And wave his banners as he onward goes;

         Our mighty Nin-rad comes, oh, raise the cry!

         We crown Tar-u-ma-ni iz-zu sar-ri!

         Away to Samas‘ temple grand, away!

         For Accad crowns him, crowns him there!

       He is our chosen Sar 1 this glorious day,

       Oh, send the Khanga 2 through the air!

Then chant the chorus, all ye hosts above!

O daughters, mothers, sing for him we love!

His glory who can sing, who brings us joy?

For hope and gladness all our hearts employ.

He comes, our hope and strength in every war:

We crown him as our king, our Izdubar!

Away to Samas‘ temple grand, away!

For Accad crowns him, crowns him there!

He is our chosen Sar this glorious day,

Oh, send the Khanga through the air!

Toward the temple filed the long parade,

The nobles led while Accad’s music played;

The harps and timbrels, barsoms, drums and flutes

Unite with trumpets and the silver lutes.

Surrounded by his chieftains rides the Sar

In purple robes upon his brazen car.

Bedecked with garlands, steeds of whitest snow

The chariot draw in state with movement slow,

Each steed led by a kisib, nobleman,

A score of beauteous horses linked in span.

The army follows with their nodding plumes,

And burnished armor, trumpets, rolling drums,

And glistening spears enwreathed with fragrant flowers,

While scarfs are waving from the crowded towers.,

And shouts of joy their welcome loud proclaim,

And from each lip resounds their monarch’s name.

And now before the holy temple stands

The chariot, in silence cease the bands.

Around an altar stand the waiting priests,

And held by them, the sacrificial beasts.

The hero from his chair descends,

And bowing to the priests, he lowly bends

Before the sacred altar of the Sun,

And prays to Samas, Accad’s Holy One.

3“O Samas, I invoke thee, throned on high!

Within the cedars’ shadow bright thou art,

Thy footing rests upon immensity;

All nations eagerly would seek thy heart.

Their eyes have turned toward thee, O our Friend!

Whose brilliant light illuminates all lands,

Before thy coming all the nations bend,

Oh, gather every people with thy hands!

          For thou, O Samas, knowest boundaries

Of every kingdom, falsehood dost destroy,

And every evil thought from sorceries

Of wonders omens, dreams that do annoy,

And evil apparitions, thou dost turn

To happy issue; malice, dark designs;

And men and countries in thy might o’erturn,

And sorcery that every soul maligns.

Oh, in thy presence refuge let me find!

From those who spells invoke against thy King,

Protect one! and my heart within thine, oh, bind!

4 Thy breath within mine inmost soul, oh, bring!

That I with thee, O Samas, may rejoice.

And may the gods who me created, take

Thy hands and lead me, make thy will my choice,

5 Direct my breath, my hands, and of me make

They servant, Lord of light of legions vast,

O Judge, thy glory hath all things surpassed!”

The King then rises, takes the sacred glass, 6

And holds it in the sun before the mass

Of waiting fuel on the altar piled.

The centring rays–the fuel glowing gild

With a round spot of fire and quickly. Spring

Above the altar curling, while they sing!

7 “Oh, to the desert places may it fly,

This incantation holy!

O spirit of the heavens, us this day

Remember, oh, remember!

O spirit of the earth, to thee we pray,

Remember! Us remember!

“O God of Fire! a lofty prince doth stand,

A warrior, and son of the blue sea,

Before the God of Fire in thine own land,

Before thy holy fires that from us free

Dread Darkness, where dark Nuk-khu (Nusku?) reigns.

Our prince, as monarch we proclaim,

His destiny thy power maintains,

Oh, crown his glory with wide fame!

“With bronze and metal thou dost bless

All men, and givest silver, gold.

The goddess with the hornèd face

Did bless us with thee from of old.

From dross thy fires change gold to purity;

Oh, bless our fire-king, round him shine

With Heaven’s vast sublimity!

And like the earth with rays divine,

As the bright walls of Heaven’s shrine.

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Footnotes

17:1 “Sar,” king.

17:2 “Khanga,” chorus.

18:3 One of the Accadian psalms is here quoted from “Chaldean Magic,” by Lenormant, pp. 185, 186. See also “Records of the Past,” vol. xi. Pl. 17, col. 2.

19:4 Literally, “Right into my marrow, O Lords of breath.”

19:5 Literally, “Direct the breath of my mouth!”

19:6 Sacred glass, sun-glass used to light the sacred fire.

19:7 Incantation to Fire “Records of the Past,” vol. xi. p. 137). The Accadian and Assyrian text is found in “C. I. W. A.,” vol. iv. p. 14, and on tablet K. 49,002, in the British Museum.

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COLUMN V

ISHTAR AND HER MAIDS IN THE FAVORITE HAUNT OF IZDUBAR

The king while hunting where a forest grows,

Around sweet hyacinths and budding rose,

Where a soft zephyr o’er them gently flows

From the dark sik-ka-ti1 where Kharsak2 glows;

And Sedu3 softly dances on the leaves,

And a rich odorous breath from them receives;

Where tulips peep with heliotrope and pink,

With violets upon a gleaming brink

Of silver gliding o’er a water-fall

That sings its purling treasures o’er a wall

Of rugged onyx sparkling to the sea:

A spot where Zir-ri(?)4 sport oft merrily,

Where Hea’s (Enki)5 arm outstretched doth form a bay,

Wild, sheltered, where his sea-daughters play;

A jasper rock here peeps above the waves

Of emerald hue; with them its summit laves.

Around, above, this cool enchanting cove

Bend amorous, spicy branches; here the dove

Oft coos its sweetest notes to its own mate,

And fragrance pure, divine, the air doth freight,

To sport with gods no lovelier place is found,

With love alone the mystic woods resound.

Here witching Zi-na-ki (?)6 oft drag within

The waves unwilling Zi-si (?);7 here the din

Of roars of sullen storms is never known

When tempests make the mighty waters groan;

Nor sound of strife is heard, but rippling rills,

Or softest note of love, the breezes fills.

And here the king in blissful dreams oft lies

‘Mid pure ambrosial odors, and light flies

The tune in bliss; away from kingly care,

And hollow splendor of the courtly glare;

Away from triumphs, battle-fields afar,

The favorite haunt of huntsman Izdubar.

The Queen of Love the glowing spot surveys,

And sees the monarch where he blissful lays;

And watching till he takes his bow and spear

To chase the wild gazelles now browsing near,

She, ere the king returns, near by arrives

With her two maids; with them for love connives,

joy and seduction thus voluptuous fly

Her Samkhatu (alien technology), 8Kharimtu(alien tech)9 from the sky,

As gently, lightly as a spirit’s wing

Oft carries gods to earth while Sedu sing.

Thus, they, with lightest step, expectant stood

Within this lovely spot beneath the wood.

Their snowy limbs they bare, undraped now stand

Upon the rock at Ishtar’s soft command.

Like marble forms endued with life they move,

And thrill the air with welcome notes of love.

The its-tu-ri Same mut-tab-ri 10 sang

Their sweetest notes, and the Khar-san-u1 rang

With songs of thrushes, turtle-doves and Jays,

And linnets, with the nightingale’s sweet lays,

Goldfinches, magpies and the wild hoopoes;

With cries of green-plumed parrots and cuckoos,

Pee-wits and sparrows join the piercing cries

Of gorgeous herons, while now upward flies

The eagle screaming, joyful spreads his wings

Above the forest; and the woodchuck rings

A wild tattoo upon the trees around;

And humming-birds whirr o’er the flowering ground

In flocks, and beat the luscious laden air

With emerald and gold, and scarlet, where

These perfect forms with godly grace divine,

In loveliness upon the rock recline.

Sweet joy is slender formed, with bright black eyes

That sparkle oft and dance with joy’s surprise;

Seduction, with her rare voluptuous form,

Enchanteth all till wildest passions warm

The blood and fire the eye beneath her charm;

All hearts in heaven and earth she doth disarm.

The Queen with every perfect charm displayed

Delights the eye, and fills the heart, dismayed

With fear, lest the bright phantom may dissolve

To airy nothingness, till fierce resolve

Fills each who her beholds, while love doth dart

From liquid eyes and captivates the heart.

She is the queen who fills the earth with love

And reigns unrivaled in her realms above.

Beware, ye hearts! beware! who feel the snare

Of Ishtar (Inanna), lest ye tread upon the air;

When ye her rosy chain of fragrance wear,

When blindness strikes the eye, and deaf the ear

Becomes, and heartstrings only lead you then,

Till ye return to common sense again;

Enthralled mayhap and captive led in chains

Ye then will leisure have to bear your pains;

Or if perchance a joy hath come to thee,

Through all thy joyous life, then happy be!

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Footnotes

20:1 “Sik-ka-ti,” narrow mountain gorges.

20:2 “Khar-sak,” the Deluge mountain, where the ark rested.

20:3 “Se-du,” a spirit of the earth, and rivers.

20:4 “Zir-ri,” the spirits of the rivers, water-nymphs.

20:5 “Hea (Enki),” the god of the ocean.

21:6 “Zi-na-ki,” pronounced “zee-na-kee,” spirits of purity.

21:7 “Zi-si,” corn-gods, or spirits of the corn.

21:8 “Sam-kha-tu,” one of the maids of Ishtar (Inanna), “Joy.”

21:9 “Kha-rima-tu,” one of the maids of Ishtar, “Seduction.”

21:10 “Its-tu-ri Same mut-tab ri,” “the winged birds of heaven.”

21:1 “Khar-san-u,” forest.

COLUMN VI

IZDUBAR FALLS IN LOVE WITH ISHTAR, THE QUEEN OF LOVE

The hour has come when Izdubar will seek

The cool enchantment of the cove, and slake

His thirst with its sweet waters bubbling pure,

Where Love has spread for him her sweetest lure,

The maids expectant listening, watch and wait

His coming; oft in ecstacies they prate

O’er his surprise, and softly sport and splash

The limpid waves around, that glowing flash

Like heaps of snowy pearls flung to the light

By Hea’s (Enki)1 hands, his Zir-ri2 to delight.

And now upon the rock each maid reclines,

While Ishtar’s form beneath them brightly shines;

Beside the fountain stands the lovely god,

The graceful sovereign of Love’s sweet abode.

“He comes; the shrubs of yonder jasmine near

Are rustling, oh, he comes! my Izdubar!”

And thus her love she greets: “Why art thou here?

Thou lovely mortal! king art thou, or seer?

We reck not which, and welcome give to thee;

Wouldst thou here sport with us within the sea?”

And then, as if her loveliness forgot,

She quickly grasped her golden locks and wrought

Them round her form of symmetry with grace

That well became a god, while o’er her face

Of sweetest beauty blushes were o’erspread;

“Thou see-est only Nature’s robe,” she said.

“‘Tis all I wish while sporting with my maids,

And all alone no care have we for jades;

And if with thee we can in truth confide,

We here from all the world may cosey hide.”

She hurls a glance toward him, smiling naïve,

Then bounding from the rock, peeps from a wave;

The waters fondling her surround, embrace

Her charms; and now emerging with rare grace,

She turning says:

“Make haste, my hearts!

Come forth! attend your queen!” and then she parts

The azure waves, to where, in dumb surprise,

The King enchanted stands, and fondly eyes

The Queen divine, while fascinating thrills

Sweep wildly through his breast; as fragrance fills

The rose-tree groves, or gardens of the gods,

Or breezes odorous from the Blest Abodes.

A longing, rising, fills his inmost soul

For this sweet queen who offers him a goal

His stormy life has never known, since he,

His loved one lost beneath the raging sea;

And all his calm resolves to seek no more

A joy which passed and left his heart forlore,

Are breaking, vanishing beneath her charms,

Dissolving as the mists, when sunlight warms

The earth, then scorching drinks the rising dews;

Till he at last no longer can refuse,

And love directs while he the goddess greets:

“Such wondrous beauty here no mortal meets;

But come, thou Zir-ru(?), 3 with me sweetly rest;

Primroses, gentians, with their charms invest

My mossy couch, with odorous citron-trees

And feathery palms above; and I will please

Thee with a mortal’s love thou hast not known;

In pure love mingling let our spirits run,

For earthly joys are sweeter than above,

That rarest gift, the honeyed kiss of love

On earth, is sweeter bliss than gods enjoy;

          Their shadowy forms with love cannot employ

Such pleasure as a mortal’s sweet caress.

Come, Zi-ru, and thy spirit I will bless;

The Mandrake 4 ripened golden, glows around;

The fruit of Love is fragrant on the ground.”

Amid the Dud’im 5 plants he now reclines,

And to his welcome fate himself resigns;

The lovely queen beside him now doth lay,

And leads his soul along the blissful way

          That comes to every heart that longs for love,

When purest joy doth bless us from above;

From her soft liquid eyes the love-light speaks,

And her warm hands she lays in his, and wakes

Beneath her touch a thrill of wild desire,

Until his blood now seems like molten fire.

Her eyes half closed begat a passion wild,

With her warm breast, her loves hath beguiled;

She nearer creeps with hot and balmy breath,

And trembling form aglow, and to him saith:

“My lips are burning for a kiss, my love!”

A prize like this, a heart of stone would move,

And he his arms around her fondly placed

Till she reclined upon his breast, embraced,

Their lips in one long thrilling rapture meet.

But hark! what are these strains above so sweet

That float around, above, their love surround?

An-nu-na-ci (Anunnaki) 6 from forests, mounts around,

And from the streams and lakes, and ocean, trees,

And all that haunt the godly place, to please

The lovers, softly chant and dance around

To cymbals, lyres until the rocks resound,

Of goddess Ishtar (Inanna) chant, and Izdubar (Gilgamesh),

The Queen of Love wed to the King of War.

And he alarmed starts up and springs away,

And furious cries, to Ishtar’s wild dismay:

“What meanest thou, thou wanton brazen thing?

Wouldst thou on me the direst curses bring?”

And lo! the goddess is transformed! the crown

Of her own silver skies shines like the sun,

And o’er her dazzling robes a halo falls;

Her stately form with glory him appals,

For Heaven’s dazzling splendor o’er her flows,

With rays celestial; o’er her brow there glows

A single star.

“Have I embraced a god?”

He horrified now cries; and she doth nod

Assent.

“But, oh I wilt thou thy queen forgive?

I love thee! stay! oh, stay! my heart you grieve!

He springs beyond the mystic circling ring,

And from their sight thus glides the angry King.

Beneath the wood himself he doth disguise

In tattered garments, on his steed he flies;

And when he comes in sight of Erech’s gate,

His beggar’s mantle throws aside; in state

Again enrobed, composed his anxious face,

Through Erech’s gates he rides with kingly grace;

O’er his adventure thus the King reflects:

“Alas my folly leads, my life directs!

‘Tis true, the goddess hath seductive charms,

E’en yet I feel her warm embracing arms.

Enough! her love from me I’ll drive away;

Alas! for me, is this unfruitful day!

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Footnotes

23:1 “Hea (Enki),” god of the ocean.

23:2 “Zir-ri,” spirits of the river, the sea-daughters of Hea.

24:3 “Zir-ru” water-nymph.

24:4 “Mandrake,” the “love-plant.”

24:5 “Dud’im” or Chald. דודאים, and Syr. יברוחין, the “love-plant” or mandrake: perhaps also originally from “du-du” (“love”) or ex. p. 25רוּ (“particula”), Arab. “possessorem designante,” et e) rad. Arab. דדי (“aegrotatvit”),or דוּד or “amare.” See Simoni’s Lex. Man. Heb. et Chald. et Lat., pp. 204-206, and Park’s Heb. Lex., p. 113, note †.

25:6 “An-nu-na-ci,” spirits of the earth. (Anunnaki, god-giants from planet Nibiru)

 

TABLET II–COLUMN I

ISHTAR’S MIDNIGHT COURTSHIP IN THE PALACE OF IZDUBAR.

As Samas‘ car sank in the glowing west,

And Sin the moon-god forth had come full drest

For starry dance across the glistening skies,

The sound of work for man on earth now dies,

And all betake themselves to sweet repose.

The silver light of Sin (Nannar) above bright flows,

And floods the figures on the painted walls,

O’er sculptured lions, softly, lightly falls;

Like grim and silent watch-dogs at the door

They stand; in marble check their leaping roar.

The King within his chamber went his way,

Upon his golden jeweled couch he lay.

The silken scarlet canopy was hung

In graceful drapery and loosely clung

Around his couch, and purple damask cloths

Embroidered with rare skill, preserved from moths

By rich perfumes, to the carved lintel clung

In graceful folds; thus o’er the entrance hung.

Queen Ishtar softly comes, and o’er his dreams

A mystic spell she draws, until it seems

While half awake he lies, that she is yet

Close nestling in his arms, as he had met

Her in the wood, and with her there reclined,

While her soft arms around him were entwined.

Thus while he sleeps she hovers o’er his bed

With throbbing heart, and close inclines her head

Until her lips near touch the sleeping King’s,

But daring not to kiss.

She love thus brings,

All through his dreams; until one misty night,

While be yet restless tossed, the lovely sprite

Sunk him to deeper sleep with her soft lyre

While hanging o’er his couch consumed with fire

That nestling around her heart-strings fiercely burned

Until at last lulled by the strain he turned

Upon his couch at rest, and she now lay

Beside him closely, when she heard him say:

“My love thou art, but canst not be!” No more

He murmurs, then inflamed she sought the door.

“Perchance the su-khu-li 1 sleep not!” she said;

And satisfied, turned where her lover laid;

And to his royal couch she crept again;

Her bliss will have despite of gods and men.

Her hot and burning lips cannot resist

The tempting treasure lying there, nor missed

Shall be the dearest joys of love from her

Who rules all hearts in Heaven, earth, and air.

Her right divine that blessing sweet to take,

She will assert, her burning thirst to slake.

His couch the Heavenly Queen of Love now graces,

And on his breast her glorious head she places;

Embracing him, she softly through her lips

And his, the sweetest earthly nectar sips,

While he in sleep lies murmuring of love,

And she in blissful ecstasy doth move.

Her lips to his, she wildly places there,

Until to him it seems a fond nightmare.

And thus, against his will, she fondly takes

What he her shall deny when he awakes,

The stolen kisses both the lovers thrill:

Unquenched her warm desire would kiss him still,

But his hot blood now warms him in his dream

Which is much more to him than it doth seem;

And clasping her within convulsing arms,

Receives a thrill that all his nerves alarms,

And wakes him from the dreams she had instilled.

“What means this fantasy that hath me filled,

And spirit form that o’er my pillow leans;

I wonder what this fragrant incense means?

Oh, tush! ’tis but an idle, wildering dream,

But how delightful, joyous it did seem!

Her beauteous form it had, its breath perfume;

Do spirit forms such loveliness assume?”

The goddess yet dares not her form reveal,

And quickly she herself doth now conceal

Behind the damask curtains at the door.

When he awoke, sprang to the chamber floor,

As his own maid the queen herself transforms,

Says entering in haste:

“What wild alarms

Thee, Sar?” and then demure awaits reply,

In doubt to hear or to his bosom fly.

“My maid art thou? ‘Tis well, for I have dreamed

Of spirits, as a Zi-ru fair it seemed.”

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Footnotes

27:1 “Su-khu-li,” guards of the palace.

 

COLUMN II

THE KING’S SECOND DREAM AND EARLY RIDE UPON SUMIR’S PLAIN, AND HAND-TO-HAND CONFLICT ON THE BANKS OF THE EUPHRATES

The night is fleeing from the light of dawn,

Which dimly falls upon the palace lawn;

The King upon his royal dum-khi 1 sleeps,

And to his couch again Queen Ishtar creeps.

In spite his dream to dismal thoughts she turns,

Her victim tosses, now with fever burns:

He wildly starts, and from his dum-khi springs,

While loud his voice throughout the palace rings:

“Ho! vassals! haste to me! your King!” he cries,

And stamping fiercely while, his passions rise.

The sukh-li 2 and masari 3 rush in:

“What trouble, Sar? have foes here come within?

Then searching around they in his chamber rush,

And eagerly aside the curtains push.

The King yet paces on the floor with strides

That show the trouble of his mind, and chides

Them all as laggards; “Soon the sun will rise:

My steed prepared bring hence!” he turning cries.

He mounts and gallops through the swinging gates,

Nor for attendance of his vassals waits.

Nor turns his face toward the nam-za-khi, 4

Who quickly opened for the King to fly

Without the gates; across the plains he rides

Away unmindful where his steed he guides.

The horse’s hoofs resound upon the plain

As the lone horseman with bewildered brain,

To leave behind the phantoms of the night,

Rides fiercely through the early morning light,

Beyond the orange orchards, citron groves,

‘Mid feathery date-palms he reckless roves.

The fields of yellow grain mid fig-trees flash

Unseen, and prickly pears, pomegranates, dash

In quick succession by, till the white foam

From his steed’s mouth and quiv’ring flanks doth come;

Nor heeds the whitened flowing mane, but flies,

While clouds of dust him follow, and arise

Behind him o’er the road like black storm clouds,

While Zu (Anzu)5the storm-bird onward fiercely goads

The seven 6 raven spirits of the air,

And Nus-ku (Enlil’s minister) 7 opens wide the fiery glare

Of pent-up lightnings for fierce Gibil’s (Enki’s son, god of the kilns)8 hand,

Who hurls them forth at Nergal’s (Enki’s son, god of the Lower World)9 stern command,

And Rimmon (Adad)10 rides triumphant on the air,

And Ninazu (Ereshkigal’s son, sometimes Enlil’s son)1 for victims doth prepare,`

The King rides from the road into the wild,

Nor thought of danger, his stern features smiled

As the worn steed from a huge lion shied,

Which turning glanced at them and sprang aside;

Now Zi-pis-au-ni 2 fly before the King.

And yellow leopards through the rushes spring.

Upon Euphrates’ banks his steed he reins,

And views the rosy wilds of Sumir’s plains.

         He looked toward the east across the plain

         That stretched afar o’er brake and marshy fen,

         And clustering trees that marked the Tigris’ course;

         And now beyond the plain o’er fields and moors,

       The mountain range of Zu (Anzu) 3 o’er Susa’s land

         Is glowing ‘neath the touch of Samas‘ hand;

         For his bright face is rising in the east,

         And shifting clouds from sea and rising mist,

         The robes of purple, violet and gold,

With rosy tints the form of Samas fold.

The tamarisk and scarlet mistletoe,

With green acacias’ golden summits glow,

And citron, olives, myrtle, climbing vine,

Arbutus, cypress, plane-tree rise divine;

The emerald verdure, clad with brilliant lines,

With rose-tree forests quaffs the morning dews..

The King delighted bares his troubled brow,

In Samas‘ golden rays doth holy bow.

But see! a shadow steals along the ground!

And trampling footsteps through the copses sound,

And Izdubar, his hand placed on his sword,

Loud cries:

“Who cometh o’er mine Erech’s sward?”

An armèd warrior before him springs;

The King, dismounted, his bright weapon swings.

“‘Tis I, Prince Dib-bara, 4 Lord Izdubar,

And now at last alone we meet in war;

My soldiers you o’erthrew upon the field,

But here to Nuk-khu’s (unknown, Nusku?)5 son thine arm shall yield!

The monarch eyes the warrior evil-born,

And thus replies to him with bitter scorn:

“And dost thou think that Samas‘ son shall die

By a vile foe who from my host did fly?

Or canst thou hope that sons of darkness may

The Heaven-born of Light and glory slay?

As well mayst hope to quench the god of fire,

But thou shalt die if death from me desire.”

The giant forms a moment fiercely glared,

And carefully advanced with weapons bared,

Which flash in the bright rays like blades of fire (alien technology),

And now in parry meet with blazing ire.

Each firmly stood and rained their ringing blows,

And caught each stroke upon their blades, till glows

The forest round with sparks of fire that flew

Like blazing meteors from their weapons true;

And towering In their rage they cautious sprung

Upon each, foiled, while the deep Suk-ha6 rung.

At last the monarch struck a mighty blow,

His foeman’s shield of gold, his blade cleft through;

And as the lightning swung again his sword,

And struck the chieftain’s blade upon the sward,

A Sedu springs from out the tangled copse,

And at his feet the sword still ringing drops.

The King his sword placed at his foeman’s throat

And shouted:

“Hal-ca 7 to yon waiting boat!

Or I will send thy body down this stream!

Ca is-kab-bu! va kal-bu! 8 whence you came!

The chief disarmed now slunk away surprised,

And o’er the strength of Sar-dan-nu 9 surmised.

The King returns, and rides within the gate

Of Erech, and the council entered late.

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Footnotes

29:1 “Dum-khi,” couch.

29:2 “Su-khu-li rabi,” attendants of the King.

29:3 “Masari,” guards of the palace.

29:4 Nam-za-ki,” openers of the gates.

30:5 “Zu,” the divine bird of the storm-loud the god worshipped by Izdubar, the god who stole the tablets of heaven (alien technology).

30:6 The seven wicked spirits in the form of men with faces of ravens.

30:7 “Nus-ku,” the gate-keeper of thunder. (Enlil’s chancellor)

30:8 “Gibil,” the god of fire and spells and witchcraft. (Enki’s son, of the kilns)

30:9 “Ner-gal,” director of the storms, the giant King of War, the strong begetter. (Enki’s son, of the underworld)

30:10 “Rimmon,” the god of storms and hurricanes. (Adad, Enlil’s son)

30:1 “Nin-a-zu,” the goddess of fate and death. (Ereshkigal’s son)

30:2 “Zi-pis-au-ni,” spirits of the papyri, or reeds.

30:3 Mountain range of Zu. The ancient name is unknown, but as Susa takes its name from Zu, the divine bird of the storm-cloud, we have given the mountains of Susiana their probable ancient name.

31:4 “Dib-bara” (“the darkening one”), the son of Nuk-khu. He is supposed to have been the viceroy of Khumbaba, and led the attack upon Erech.

31:5 “Nuk-hu,” or “Nuk-khu,” the god of darkness and sleep. He is sometimes called “Cus-u.“

32:6 “Suk-ha,” wood or grove, or a forest.

32:7 “Hal-ca!” “Go!”

32:8 “Ca is-kab-bu! va kal-bu!” “Thou fool and dog!” “Ca” (“thou”) is the short form of “cat-ta” or “ca’a”; generally it appears as “at-ta.”

COLUMN III

IZDUBAR RELATES HIS SECOND DREAM TO HIS SEERS, WHO CANNOT INTERPRET IT

The counselors assembled round the throne

Within the council halls of zam-at 1 stone,

Now greet their monarch, and behold his face

With trouble written on his brow, and trace

Uneasiness within that eagle eye,

While be with stately tread, yet wearily

Ills throne approached; he turned to the mu-di, 2

And swept a glance upon his khas-iz-i. 3

Uneasy they all eyed his troubled face,

For he had ridden at a furious pace.

The abuli 4 had told them on that morn,

How he across the plains had wildly torn

         To drive away some vision of the night.

         One asked, “Hath our Sardan-nu’s dreams been light?

         Or hath dread phantoms o’er thy pillow hung?

         For trouble on thy countenance hath clung.”

         The monarch startled at the question eyes

         The councilor, and to him thus replies:

         “‘Tis true, my counselors and wisest men,

        I dreamed a fearful dream Sat mu-si;5 when

          I have disclosed it, if one clear reveals

          Its meaning all and naught from me conceals,

          On him will I the greatest wealth bestow:

        I will ennoble him, and the sib-zu 6

               Aku-bar-ra 7 for him shall rich prepare;

               As my tur-tan-it 8 he shall be, and seer,

          Decked with a golden chain shall next preside

          At every feast, and break his bread beside

          The King, and highest rank he shall attain

          ‘Mong counselors, and mine own favor gain;

          And seven wives to him I will allow,

          And a grand palace. This as King I vow,

          The scribe it shall enroll above my seal

          As Erech’s Sar’s (1 year in Nibiru time, 3,600 years) decree beyond repeal.

I dreamed upon my dum-khi 9 fast asleep,

The stars from heaven fell from yonder deep

To earth; and one, with fierceful heat my back

Did pierce as molten fire, and left its track

Of flames like some huge ball along my spine;

And then transformed, it turned its face to mine;

As some fierce god it glowed before my sight

Till agony was lost in dread affright.

I rooted stood, in terror, for its face

Was horrible; I saw in its feet’s place

A lion’s claws. It sprang, my strength it broke,

And slew me, gloating over me! Awoke,

I sprang, methought I was a corpse ka-ra 10

         Va tat-ka mat sar, talka bit-la sha

         Ra-pas-ti sat-ti, ar-id-da! Ka-ra,

         Va hal-li-ka! lik-ru-bu ki-mi-ta!

         The seers in silence stand, perplexed and think;

         But from the task at once the wisest shrink.

         The King each face soon read:

          “Ye tell me no?”

          And nodding all, concealed from him their woe,

          For they beheld within the dream some fate

          Impending o’er him born of godly hate,

          And durst not to their monarch prate their fears,

          For flatterers of kings are all his seers.

          The King impatient eyed them all with scorn,

          And hid his thoughts by wildest passions born;

          And then at last contemptuous to them said,

          “So all my seers of trouble are afraid?

          Or else in ignorance you turn away;

          ‘Tis well! I sorely need a seer this day.”

          And they now prostrate fall before his throne,

          “Forgive thy seers!” one cries, “O mighty One!

          For we this dreadful dream do fear portends

          Thy harm! a god some message to thee sends!

          We know not what, but fear for thee, our Sar,

          And none but one can augur it; afar

          He lives, Heabani should before the King

        Be brought from Za-Ga-bri 1 the na-bu (Marduk’s son)2 bring!”

          “‘Tis well! Prince Zaidu (unknown?) for the hermit send,

          And soon this mystery your Sar will end.”

          The King distressed now to the temple goes

          To lay before the mighty gods his woes;

          This prayer recites to drive away bad dreams,

          While Samas‘ (Shamash / Utu) holy altar brightly gleams:

         3“O Samas! may my prayer bring me sweet rest,

          And may my Lord his favor grant to me:

          Annihilate the things that me invest!

This day, O God! distressed, I cry to thee!

O goddess! be thou gracious unto me,

Receive my prayer, my sins forgive I pray:

My wickedness and will arrayed ‘gainst thee.

Oh, pardon me! O God, be kind this day,

My groaning may the seven winds destroy,

Clothe me with deep humility! Receive

My prayers, as wingèd birds, oh, may they fly

And fishes carry them, and rivers weave

Them in the waters on to thee, O God!

As creeping things of the vast desert, cry

I unto thee outstretched on Erech’s sod;

And from the river’s lowest depths I pray;

My heart cause thou to shine like polished gold,

Though food and drink of Nin-a-zu (Ereshkigal’s son)4 this day

Be mine, while worms and death thy servant fold.

Oh, from thine altar me support, protect,

In low humility I pray, forgive!

Feed me with joy, my dreams with grace direct;

The dream I dreamed, oh favorable give

To me its omen filled with happiness!

May Mak-hir (unknown?)5, god of dreams, my couch invest!

With visions of Bit-sag-gal (unknown?) my heart bless,

The temple of the gods, of Nin (Enlil), with rest

Unbroken, and to Merodach (Marduk) I pray!

The favoring one, to prosper me and mine:

6 Oh, may thy entering exalted be!

And thy divinity with glory shine,

And may our city shine with glowing meads,

And all my people praise thy glorious deeds.”

Now to Euphrates’ banks the Sar and seers

Their footsteps turn to pray into the ears

Of Hea, (Enki)7 where, in white, a hand of priests

Drawn in a crescent, Izdubar invests.

Now at the water’s edge he leans, his hands

Dips in the waves, and pours upon the sands

The sparkling drops, while all a hymn descant

To Hea, thus the incantation chant:

“O chant our incantation to the waters pure,

Euphrates’ waters flowing to the sea!

Where Hea’s holy face shines bright on every shore,

O Sabit (unknown?)! 8 of Timatu 9 to ye

We pray! may your bright waters glowing shine

As Hea’s face, and heaving breast divine!

“O Sabit (unknown?, Enki’s daughter?), to your father Hea take our prayer!

And may Dao-ki-na (Damkina, Enki’s spouse), 10 your bright mother, hear!

With joy, oh shine, as peaceful as the sleeping light,

O ever may your throbbing waves be bright.

O spirit of the Heaven, hear!

Remember us, Remember!

O spirit of the earth, come near!

Remember us, Remember!

O hear us, Hea! hear us, dear Dao-ki-na (Damkina, Enki’s spouse)!

Ca-ca-ma u ca-ca-ma u ca-ca-ma!” 1a

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Footnotes

32:9 “Sar-dan-nu (unknown),” the great King.

32:1 Zam-at stone, diamond, crystal or lapis lazuli.

32:2 “Mu-di,” seers.

32:3 “Khas-i-zi,” counselors.

32:4 “Ab-u-li,” guard of the great gates of the city.

33:5 “Sat mu-si,” in the night-time, or last night.

33:6 “Sib-zu,” embroiderer.

33:7 “Ku-bar-ra” robe of a prince.

33:8 “Tur-tan-u,” next in rank to the King.

33:9 “Dum-khi” or “dun-khi,” couch.

33:10 “Ka-ra! va,” etc., “Speak out! and if thou augurest the death of the King, or if thou augurest life of extended years, I have spoken! Speak out! and cast the lots! may they be propitious with us!”

34:1 “Za-Ga-bri,” the mountains of Zu, “Ga-bri” (“mountains”), and “Za,” another form of “zu,” the divine bird of the storm-cloud. They were at one time called the mountains of Susa, now the Kurdistan range of mountains. The name we have given we believe to be the probable ancient one.

34:2 “Na-bu,” prophet, seer. (Marduk’s son)

34:3 We have here quoted a prayer after a bad dream, the text of which is lithographed in “C. I. W. A.,” vol. iv. 66, 2, and is supposed to be an ancient Accadian prayer. See “Records of the
Past,” vol. ix. p. 151.

35:4 “Nin-a-zu,” the goddess of darkness and death. (Ereshkigal’s son)

35:5 “Mak-hir (unknown),” the daughter of the sun, and goddess of dreams.

35:6 Literally “he that shows favor.” The above prayer was translated for the first time by Rev. A. H. Sayce, M.A., in the “Records of the Past,” vol. ix. p. 151. We have followed as literally as possible the original, and have given it its probable place in the epic.

35:7 Hea (Enki), god of the ocean, the earth’s surface, brightness, etc., and chief protector of men.

36:8 “Sab-it (unknown),” or “Sabitu” (“seven”), the seven winds, gods of the abyss or ocean.

36:9 “Tiamatu,” the abyss or ocean.

36:10 “Dao-ki-na (Damkina)“ or “Dao-ci-na,” the wife of Hea, and goddess of the ocean.

36:1a “Amen and Amen and Amen!” The Assyrian word is Amanu.” The original “ca-ca-ma” Amen “) concludes the incantation; Heb. אמן See “C. I. W. A.,” vol. iv. p. 14; also “Records of the Past,” vol. xi. p. 135.

COLUMN IV

HEABANI, THE HERMIT SEER

Before a cave within the Gab-ri 1b wild,

A seer is resting on a rock; exiled

By his own will from all the haunts of men,

Beside a pool, within a rocky glen

He sits; a turban rests upon his brow,

And meets the lengthened beard of whitest snow.

This morn an omen comes before his eyes,

And him disturbs with a wild eagle’s cries

That fierce attacks a fox before his cave;

For he of beasts is the most cunning knave;

In wait upon the ground the fox hath lain

To lure the bird, which flying deems him slain.

He fiercely seizes it, as swooping down,

The bird with its sly quarry would have flown;

But the a-si 2 quick seized it by the throat,

While the wide wings with frantic fury smote

The beast, and the sharp talons deeply tore

Its foe–both greedy for the other’s gore.

         And lo! a voice from yonder sky resounds;

         Heabani to his feet now quickly bounds,

         And bowing, listens to the voice that comes

         In gentleness; upon the winds it roams

         From yon blue heights like sighing of the trees;

         The seer in reverence upon his knees

         Now holy bares his head in Samas‘ rays,

         While the soft voice to him thus gently says:

         “A messenger, Heabani, soon shall come

         With offers rich, to leave thy lonely home.

         This eagle sought its food and found a snare,

         The messenger will come from Izdubar,

         To learn from thee the meaning of his dream

         Which goddess Ishtar sent,–a snare for him.

         Then to the messenger prove not a snare,

         As yonder a-si doth the eagle tear.”

The seer in fury tore his beard of snow

And cried–

“Alas! my days shall end in woe

Within these wilds my happiness is mine,

No other joys I seek, my god divine;

I would upon these rocks lie down to die,

Upon my back here sleep eternally.”

And Samas urging, to him thus replied:

“Heabani, hast thou not some manly pride?

And thinkest thou no joy thou here wilt lose?

The lovely Sam-kha-tu (unknown?)3 the seer may choose.

Arrayed in trappings of divinity

And the insignia of royalty,

Heabani then in Erech shall be great,

And live in happiness and royal state;

And Izdubar shall hearken, and incline

His heart in warmest friendship, and recline

With thee upon a couch of luxury,

And seat thee on a throne of royalty,

On his left hand, a crown shall grace thy brow.

Kings of the earth shall to thee subject bow

And kiss thy feet, and Izdubar shall give

Thee wealth, and thou in luxury shalt live.

In silence Erech’s men shall bow to thee,

In royal raiment thou shalt happy be.”

Heabani listened to the words that came

From Samas, and his brow was lit with shame

To hear the god of war urge him to go

To earthly happiness–mayhap to woe;

But he within his cave now listless turns

When Samas ceased; then to his rock returns,

And seats himself with calmness on his brow;

His thoughts in happy memories now flow,

And he recalls the blissful days of yore

         When he as seer lived on Euphrates’ shore,

         As the queen’s bard oft tuned a festive lay,

         While soft-eyed maidens dance and cymbals play.

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Footnotes

36:1b “Gab-ri,” mountains.

37:2 “A-si,” fox.

37:3 “Sam-kha-tu (unknown)” (“Joy”), one of the maids of Ishtar.

COLUMN V

EXPEDITION OF ZAIDU IN SEARCH OF THE SEER

Prince Zaidu (unknown?) on his steed now hastes away,

Upon the plains he traveled all that day;

Next morn the Za-Gabri he slow ascends,

Along the mountain sides the horseman wends

Beneath the Eri-ni, 1 and cliffs, and sees

The plains and mountains o’er the misty trees

From the wild summit, and old Khar-sak glow

Above them all with its twin crests of snow.

He plunges in the wild to seek the cave;

Three days unceasing sought young Zaidu brave,

And now at last within the glen he rode,

And near approached Heabani’s wild abode.

At last he sees the seer before his home,

And with his monster 2 now toward him come,

That walked subdued beside the hermit seer,

Thus they upon the rocks above appear.

“Why art thou here in warrior’s array?

The hermit cries. “I know thee not! away!”

“O holy seer, ’tis Zaidu, from our Sar!

The king of Erech, chieftain Izdubar.”

“What seekest thou within my mountain lair?”

Heabani angry cried. “What brings thee here?”

“For thee! if true Heabani is thy name;

I seek the hermit seer of wondrous fame.

My king doth offer thee rich gifts of state,

And sent me to thee here to make thee great.

No empty honors do I seek, which void

Of all true happiness, all men have cloyed.

Return then to thy haunts of pleasure, pain,

For thy king’s embassy is all in vain.”

The seer returns within his lonely cave

And leaves the prince alone the beast to brave.

At last it slinks away within the gloom;

No more from their wild home doth either come,

Three days Prince Zaidu watches the dark lair,

But now his courage turns to blank despair:

The seer hath changed his mind since Samas sought

To urge him forth to leave his lonely lot.

The prince the mountain precipice now climbs,

And peers within while clinging to the limbs

Of stunted oaks, and views the mountain lair;

But all in vain his calls ring on the air.

Then mounting wearily his steed he turns

Away, and unsuccessful thus returns.

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Footnotes

38:1 “Eri-ni,” cedar-trees.

39:2 A carnivorous animal supposed to have been either a lion or a tiger, more probably a lion.

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COLUMN VI

HEABANI RESOLVES TO RETURN TO ERECH

As Zaidu sadly turns and rides away,

The hermit from his cave comes forth to pray:

“Alas! hath all these wilds their charms here lost?

And is my breast with wild ambition tost?

My lonely cot I look upon with shame;

Again I long to seek the fields of fame,

Where luxury my remaining years

May crown, and happiness may find–or tears;

‘Tis true! I should have welcomed the bar-ru; 1

But he hath since returned to Subartu.” 2

His harp he took from its dust-covered case,

And kissed its carved and well-remembered face;

And tuning it, he glanced toward the wood,

And sang his farewell ode to solitude:

         Farewell, ye mountains, woods and trees–

         My heart doth long again for joy;

         I love your wilds and mossy leas,

         But oh, your solitude doth cloy!

               I love to see the bur-khi-is 3

         Sweep stately o’er the mossy rocks;

       And tsabi 4 in a wild like this,

         Hear the tattoo of red woodchucks.

       I love the cries of lig-bar-ri 5

       The nes-i 6 calling for their prey;

       And leaping of the na-a-li, 7

          That fly in wildest fear away.

        I love the bu-hir-tser-i 8 all,

        Khar-sa-a-nu sa-qu-u-tu; 9

        Hear cu-uts-tsi 10 with thunder roll

          Across the skies within my view.

        I love to see the ca-ca-bi 1

          Peep through the pine-trees o’er my home,

       And watch the wild tu-ra-a-khi 2

       And arme 3 welcome, to me come.

         Farewell! ye solitudes, farewell!

         I will not moulder rotting lie

         With no one’s lips to wish me well;

         O give me immortality!

         But what is fame? A bubble blown

         Upon the breeze, that bursts its shell,

         And all our brightest hopes are flown,

         And leaves our solitude a hell.

         The holy minstrel bows his head in woe,

         And sweeps the harpstrings with a movement slow;

         Then lifts his eyes toward the setting sun,

         His evening invocation thus begun:

       4O Samas! to the lifting of my hands

         Show favor! unto me thy servant turn!

         What man before thy blessèd Light withstands?

         O thou! what mortal thine own words can learn?

         And who can rival them inviolate’,

       5Among the gods no equal thou hast found.

         In Heaven who of all the gods is great?

         O thou alone! art great through Heaven’s bound!

         On earth what man is great? alas! no one,

         For thou alone art great! through earth’s vast bounds.

         When wide thy awful voice in Heaven resounds,

          The gods fall prostrate to our Holy One;

         When on the earth thy voice afar resounds,

       The genii 6a bow to thee and kiss the dust.

          In thee, O Samas! do I put my trust,

          For thy great love and mercy wide abounds!

          O my Creator, God, thy watchfulness

          O’er me, oh may it never cease!

          Keep thou the opening of my lips! the fleece

          Of purest snow be my soul’s daily dress.

          Guard thou my hands! O Samas, Lord of Light!

          And ever keep my life and heart aright!

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Footnotes

40:1 “Bar-ru,” an army officer.

40:2 “Su-bar-tu,” Syria.

40:3 “Bur-khi-is,” antelopes.

40:4 “Tsabi,” gazelles.

40:5 “Lig-bar-ri,” hyenas.

40:6 “Nes-i,” lions.

40:7 “Na-a-li,” spotted stags.

40:8 “Bu-hir-tser-i,” beasts of the field.

40:9 “Khar-sa-a-nu sa-qu-u-tu,” forests thick.

41:10 “Cu-uts-tsi,” storms.

41:1 “Ca-ca-bi,” stars.

41:2 “Tu-ra-a-khi” deer.

41:3 “Arme,” wild goats.

41:4 This prayer is made up from Assyrian fragments now in the British Museum.

41:5 See “Records of the Past,” vol. iii. p. 136.

42:6a “Genii,” spirits.

TABLET III–COLUMN I

HEABANI’S WISDOM-SONG OF THE KHAU-IK-I

         The dark-eyed maids are dancing in the halls

         Of Erech’s palace: music fills the walls

       Of splendor where the Sar-dan-nu (Sadarnunna?)1 enthroned,

         His hours is whiling by the maidens zoned;

         A whirling garland chanting forth a song,

         Accompanied with harps thus sang the throng:

         “Heabani’s wisdom chant and sing

      To Erech’s king our mighty Sar. 2

        When Hea did Heabani bring,

        Who now to Erech comes afar,

        He taught him then all hidden things

    Of Ki (Nammu) 3 or bright Samu 4 above,

       That to the Mu-di (unknown?)5 mystery brings.

         Oh, how Heabani we shall love!

         Chorus

       “Then sing with joy ye Khau-ik-i! 6B

        The Khau-ga 7 chant with waving arms,

      The Nin-uit (unknown?) 8 sing Au-un-na-ci (Anunnaki, gods from Nibiru)9

           Give to our Sar your sweetest charms.

           “All knowledge that is visible

           Heabani holds it in his glance,

           Sees visions inconceivable,

           The Zi (unknown) 10 his wizard eyes entrance.

           Sweet peace he brings from troubled dreams,

         He copies to El-li-tar-du-si, 1

           From a far road by mountain streams;

           Then sing with joy ye Khau-ik-i!

           Chorus

           “Then sing with joy ye Khau-ik-i!

           The Khau-ga chant with waving arms,

           The Nin-uit sing An-un-na-ci!

           Give to our Sar your sweetest charms.

           “E’en all that on the tablet rests,

         In Erech’s tower, the Su-bu-ri 2

           The beautiful, with glorious crests,

           He wrote for far posterity.

           We plead with him to leave us not,

         But Zi-Gab-ri 3 him led away,

         When our great Shal-man (unknown?)4 joy us brought,

            And Elam fled to the blue sea.

            Chorus

            “Then sing with joy ye Khau-ik-i!

          Il-gi-sa-kis-sat 5 from above,

            The Nin-nit sing An-un-na-ci!

            Oh, how Heabani we shall love!”

            The maidens note their monarch’s moody face,

            And turn their songs to him with easy grace,

            Of their great ruler tune a joyous lay,

            Arid oft into his eyes hurl glances gay;

            And trumpets join the chorus, rolling drums,

            And wild applause from all the chieftains comes,

            Till the grave seers and councilors now cry

            In praise of him they love so tenderly:

            With arms upraised the mighty chorus join,

            Until his heart is filled with joy divine;

            And thus they sing with more than royal praise,

            Their love for him in every face doth blaze.

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Footnotes

42:1 “Sar-dan-nu,” the great King.

42:2 “Sar,” king.

42:3 “Ki (Nammu),“ earth.

42:4 “Samu,” heaven.

42:5 “Mu-di,” seers or wise men.

42:6b “Khau-ik-i,” the choral band.

42:7 “Khau-ga,” chorus.

42:8 “Nin-uit,” song.

42:9 “An-un-na-ci,” spirits of the earth. (Anunnaki, giants from Nibiru)

43:10 “Zi,” spirits of the earth, air, water, etc.

43:1 “El-li-tar-du-si,” one of the temples of Erech.

43:2 “Su-bu-ri,” the lofty.

43:3 “Zi-Gab-ri,” spirits of the mountains.

43:4 “Shal-man,” deliverer.

43:5 “Il-gi-sa-kis-sat,” spirits of the hosts.

        COLUMN II

      SONGS IN PRAISE OF IZDUBAR AND HEABANI AS SUNG BY THE KHAU-IK-I

        Our Izdubar dear Erech raised

        From her distress, when she did mourn;

        With joy his glorious name be praised!

        Of a great warrior’s daughter born,

        And Bel in his own might, him arms,

        To Erech’s sons and daughters save;

        What other Sar hath glorious charms

        Like his, who saved proud Elam’s slave?

        Chorus

        No rival hath our mighty Sar,

        Thy cymbals strike and raise the cry!

        All hail! All hail! great Izdubar!

        His deeds immortal glorify!

        Our Izdubar our sons preserves

        To all our fathers day and night,

        And Erech’s ruler well deserves

        Our highest praise, whose matchless might

        Delights the gods! All hail our Sar!

        Whose firmness, wisdom need no praise!

        Queen Daunat’s (Ninsun) son, our Izdubar,

      His glory to the Sami 1 raise!

        Chorus

        Of a great warrior’s daughter born,

        The gods clothe him with matchless might;

        His glory greets the coming morn,

        Oh, how in him we all delight!

        And thus of Seer Heabani they now chant

        His birth and history and hyemal haunt.

      Who can compare with thee, O Nin (Ninurta)! 2

        The son of Bel (Enlil); thy hands didst lay

        Upon Ar-ur-u (Ninhursag), thine own queen (Ninurta’s mother & father),

        With glory crowned her on that day.

        To her thy strength did give, and blessed

        Her with thy love and a dear son;

        With Anu’s strength within his breast,

        And Ninip (Ninurta) sped then to his throne.

        When Queen Ar-u-ru hears her lord

        From Erech’s city far has gone,

        She bows her head upon the sward,

        With pleading hands in woe doth moan.

        And to Heabani she gave birth (Ninhursag helped to create Heabani),

        The warrior, great Ninip’s (Ninurta’s) son,

        Whose fame is spread through all the earth.

        The queen with her own maids alone

        Retired within her palace walls

        For purity in Erech’s halls.

        Like the corn-god his face concealed,

        Of men and countries he possessed,

        Great wisdom by the gods revealed:

       As Ner (Nergal?) 3 the god, his limbs were dressed.

         With wild gazelles he ate his food

         While roaming with them in the night;

         For days he wandered in the wood,

       And bu-hir-tser-i 4 him delight.

       The Zi-ar-ri 5 Heabani loves,

         That play within the running streams;

       With Zi-ti-am-a-ti (unknown?)6 he roves

         Upon the sands in warm sunbeams.

“The prince returns, O Sar!” the herald said,

And low before the throne he bowed his head;

“Our Zaidu, the bewitcher of all men,

Doth unsuccessful to us come again.

Before the cave the seer confronted him

Three days where Khar-sak’s snowy brow doth gleam.

Heabani with his beast in his cave went,

And Zaidu waited, but his courage spent

When he beheld the seer and beast remain

Within the cave, and all his words were vain.

The prince remains without with downcast face

And beg of thee, his Sar, thy sovereign grace.”

The king to all the maidens waves his hand,

Then vanishes from sight the choral band.

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Footnotes

44:1 “Sami,” heavens.

45:2 “Nin” or “Nin-ip (Ninurta),” the god of the chase and war.

45:3 “Ner” or “Nergal” the giant king of war, the strong begetter. (Enki’s son)

45:4 “Bu-hir-tser-i,” beasts of the field.

45:5 “Zi-ar-ri,” spirits of the rivers, water-nymphs.

45:6 “Zi-ti-am-a-ti,” spirits of the sea. naiads or water-nymphs.

 

COLUMN III

ZAIDU’S RETURN, AND HIS INSTRUCTION TO TAKE TWO MAIDS WITH HIM TO ENTICE THE SEER FROM HIS CAVE

Prince Zaidu prostrate bows before the Sar,

Arises, thus narrates to Izdubar:

“Thy sovereign, Zaidu hath his king obeyed,

The royal mission I have thus essayed

As Anu’s 1 soldier; I undaunted tried

To urge my mission which the seer denied.

I firmly met the beast that with him came:

Unmanly fear, confess I to my shame,

Came o’er me when I first beheld the beast,

In vain I plead, and in despair I ceased

When he refused, and angry from me passed

Within his cave, where cliffs and rocks are massed;

I climbed, but the wild entrance did not gain,

And for advice have I returned again.”

“‘Tis well, my son,” the Sar to Zaidu said,

“Thy wisdom I commend for thy young head,

Again upon thy mission thou must go.

His might, and strength of purpose, thou dost know,

Before a maiden’s charms will flee away;

For he doth love the Zi-Ga-bri (unknown?)2 that play

Within the mountain gorges. Turn thy face

Again with manly portance; for I’ll grace

Thine embassy with two of our sweet maids,

Who oft shall cheer thee through the mountain glades,

Whom thou shalt lead before Heabani’s den

With their bright charms exposed within the glen.

Take Sam-kha-tu and sweet Khar-imatu (unknowns?):

They will entice the seer when he shall view

Their charms displayed before his wondering eyes.

With Sam-kha (a temple prostitute to tame & teach him),

Joy, the seer you will surprise;

Khar-im-tu will thy plans successful end (to tame Heabani),

To her seductive glance his pride will bend.

Sweet Sam-kha’s charms are known, she is our Joy,

As Ishtar’s (Inanna) aid her charms ne’er cloy;

Kharun-tu with her perfect face and form,

The hearts of all our court doth take by storm:

When joys by our sweet Sam-kha are distilled,

Kharun-tu’s love o’ercomes us till we yield.

Thus, armed with Love’s Seduction and her Joy,

The greatest powers of earth thou dost employ;

No flesh can face them but a heart of stone,

And all the world doth lie before them prone.”

Three days Prince Zaidu sat with Kharun-tu

Before the cave within Heabani’s view;

Beside the pool they waited for the seer:

From Erech three days’ journey brought them here,

But where hath joy, sweet Sam-kha, roving gone?

When they arrived at setting of the sun

She disappeared within with waving arms

With bright locks flowing she displayed her charms.

As some sweet zir-ru did young Sam-kha seem,

A thing of beauty of some mystic dream.

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Footnotes

46:1 “Anu,” the King of Heaven.

47:2 “Zi-Gab-ri,” spirits of the mountains.

 

COLUMN IV

THE TWO MAIDENS ENTICE THE SEER

Thus in Heabani’s cave the maiden went,

And o’er the sleeping seer her form she bent;

O’er him who with gazelles oft eats his food;

O’er him who drinks with bhu-ri 1 in the wood;

O’er him who loves the zir-ri,--of them dreams,

And sports with them within the mountain streams.

And when the gay enticer saw the seer

Unconscious sleeping with sweet joy so near,

She clasped him to her breast and kissed his brow.

The seer awakes, with wonder eyes her now:

“Thy glory thou hast brought to me!” he saith,

“Sweet Zir-ru (unknown) comes to me with fragrant breath!”

And with delight he eyes her beauteous form,

His breast warm moved by the enticer’s charm.

He springs upon his feet and her pursues:

She laughing flees; to sport with him doth choose.

And now he eyes his hairy body, arms

Compared to Sam-kha’s snowy god-like charms,

She give to him her freshness, blooming youth?

She laughing comes again to him,–Forsooth!

Her glorious arms she opens, flees away,

While he doth follow the enticer gay.

He seizes, kisses, takes away her breath,

And she falls to the ground–perhaps in death

He thinks, and o’er her leans where she now lay;

At last she breathes, and springs, and flees away.

But he the sport enjoys, and her pursues;

But glancing back his arms she doth refuse.

And thus three days and four of nights she played;

For of Heabani’s love she was afraid.

Her joyous company doth him inspire

For Sam-kha (a priestess, prostitute), joy, and love, and wild desire.

He was not satisfied unless her form

Remained before him with her endless charm.

But when his bhu-ri of the field the sight

Beheld, the wild gazelles fled in affright.

And now without the cave they came in view

Of Zaidu waiting with sweet Kharim-tu (unknown?),

And when Heabani saw the rounded form

Of bright Kharim-tu, her voluptuous charm

Drew him to her, and at her feet he sate

With wistful face, resigned to any fate.

Kharim-tu, smiling sweetly, bent her head,

Enticing him the tempter coyly said,

“Heabani, like a famous god thou art,

Why with these creeping things doth sleep thy heart?

Come thou with me to Erech Su-bu-ri 2

To Anu’s temple Elli-tar-du-si,

And Ishtar’s city where great Izdubar

Doth reign, the glorious giant king of war;

Whose mighty strength above his chiefs doth tower,

Come see our giant king of matchless power.”

Her flashing eyes half languid pierce the seer,

Until his first resolves all disappear.

And rising to his feet his eyes he turned

Toward sweet Joy, 3 whose love for him yet burned;

And eyeing both with beaming face he saith,

“With Sam-kha’s love the seer hath pledged his faith;

And I will go to Elli-tar-du-si,

Great Anu’s seat and Ishtar’s where with thee,

I will behold the giant Izdubar,

Whose fame is known to me as king of war;

And I will meet him there, and test the power

Of him whose fame above all men doth tower.

A mid-dan-nu 4 to Erech I will take,

To see if he its mighty strength can break.

In these wild caves its strength has mighty grown;

If he the beast destroys, I will make known

His dream to him–e’en all the seer doth know;

And now with thee to Erech I will go.”

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Footnotes

48:1 “Bhu-ri,” wild-beasts, pets of the Hermit seer.

49:2 “Su-bu-ri,” the lofty.

49:3 Joy. “Sam-kha-tu” or “Samkha (a prostitute hired to tame Eabani).”

49:4 “Mid-dan-nu,” a carnivorous animal, supposed to be a tiger; the Khorsabad sculpture, however, portrays it as a lion.

 

COLUMN V

FESTIVAL IN HONOR OF HEABANI, WHO ARRIVES AT ERECH–INTERPRETATION OF THE DREAM

‘The sounds of wild rejoicing now arise;

“Heabani comes!” resound the joyful cries,

And through the gates of Erech Suburi

Now file the chieftains, Su-khu-li rubi. 1

A festival in honor of their guest

The Sar proclaims, and Erech gaily drest,

Her welcome warm extends to the famed seer.

The maidens, Erech’s daughters, now appear,

With richest kirtles gaily decked with flowers,

And on his head they rain their rosy showers.

Rejoicing sing, while harps and cymbals play,

And laud him to the skies in their sweet way;

And mingling with their joy, their monarch rode

Before the seer, who stately after strode

Beside his beast, and next the men of fame.

The maids thus chant high honors to his name:

“A prince we make thee, mighty seer!

Be filled with joy and royal cheer!

All hail to Erech’s seer!

Whom day and night our Sar hath sought,

O banish fear! for Hea (Enki) taught

The seer, his glory wrought.

He comes! whom Samas (Shamash / Utu) loves as gold,

To Erech grace, our city old;

All wisdom he doth hold.

Great Hea doth to him unfold

All that remains to man untold;

Give him the chain of gold!

He cometh from the Za-Gab-ri

To our dear Erech Su-bu-ri.

Heabani glorify!

Thy dream he will reveal, O Sar!

Its meaning show to Izdubar,

Victorious king of war.”

Within the council halls now lead the seers

With trepidation and with many fears,

To hear the seer explain their monarch’s dream.

Beside the royal throne he sits supreme

Among the seers, the Sar, his scribe commands

To read his dream recorded as it stands

In Erech’s Gi; 2 who reads it to the seer,

Who answers thus:

“In this there doth appear

A god, whose ardent love will lead to deeds

Of hate against thee, Sar; thy present needs

Are great, O king! as fire this love will burn

Until the wicked seven 3 on thee turn;

And blood, alone, will not their fury sate:

The gods will hurl upon thee some dread fate.”

In silence, Izdubar the warning heard;

His blood with terror froze, and then was stirred

By passions wild, when he recalled the scene

Of Ishtar’s love for him by man unseen;

When she so wildly then proclaimed her love;

And now with hate his utmost soul doth move,

And her bright form to a black dal-khu 4 turned

And furious passions on his features burned.

And then of the first dream he thought, and light

Across his vision broke:

“‘Tis true! Aright

Thy seer hath read! for Ishtar came to me

In the first dream, her face e’en yet I see!

Aye, more! her lips to mine again then fell!

Her arms I felt around me,–breath too well

I know! of fragrance, while perfume arose

Around my dream and fled not at the close;

As frankincense and myrrh it lingered, when

I woke. Ah yes! the queen will come again!”

Then to his counselor who wondering stood,

Nor heard his murmuring, but saw subdued

His features were, at first, and then, they grand

Became with settled hate; he raised his hand;

“‘Tis true!” he said, “Reward oil him bestow!

Then to the waiting feast we all shall go.”‘

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Footnotes

50:1 “Su-khu-li ru-bi,” attendants of the King.

51:2 “Gi,” literally a written tablet, a record.

51:3 The seven wicked spirits of the earth, air, and ocean.

51:4 “Dal-khu,” an evil spirit, a demon.

 

         COLUMN VI

IZDUBAR SLAYS THE MIDANNU IN THE FESTIVE HALL, AND HEABANI DECLARES HIM TO BE A GOD

The guests are seated round the festal board;

Heabani takes his seat beside his lord.

The choicest viands of the wealthy plain

Before them placed and fishes of the main,

With wines and cordials, juices rich and rare

The chieftains all enjoy–the royal fare.

This day, with Izdubar they laugh and joke

‘Mid courtesies and mirth, and oft provoke

The ringing merry laughter through the halls.

When all are satisfied within the walls,

Their fill have eaten of the royal fare,

With wine they banish from them every care.

The Su-khu-li 1 with tinkling bells proclaim,

“Our Sar would speak! Our king of mighty fame.”

Who says: “My chieftains, lords, our seer requests

A test of strength before assembled guests;

Unarmed requires your Sar-dan-nu (name of Anu’s daughter, Nusku’s spouse) to slay

The Mid-an-nu 2 which he hath brought to-day.

So stand aside, my friends, behold the test!

Your Sar will satisfy his seer and guest.”

The monster now is brought before the king,

Heabani him unchains to let him spring

Upon the giant king. His chieftains stand

In terror looking at their monarch grand,

Who smiling stands, his eyes on the beast fixed;

While they in wildest terror are transfixed.

Heabani claps his hands towards the king,

And the wild beast upon his form doth spring.

The giant grasps its throat in high mid-air,

3 And holds it ‘neath his arm without a fear.

With sullen choking roars it struggling dies,

While shouts of joy from all the guests arise.

The mighty deed of strength the seer appals,

And at the feet of Izdubar he falls:

“Immortal king! illustrious of men!

Thy glorious strength reveals the gods again

On earth. To thee I bow in reverent fear,

A god returned thou art! O Erech, hear!

Of kingdoms thou art blessed with grandest fame,

That thou among thy kings a god can name.”

Again they gathered round the festal board,

And joy and revelry they soon restored.

The revels high are raised o’er sparkling wine;

Through all the night they praise their king divine.

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Footnotes

52:1 “Su-khu-li,” the attendants.

52:2 “Mid-an-nu,” carnivorous animal, supposed to be a lion, the pet of the seer.

53:3 This feat of Izdubar is portrayed on the bas-relief in the Louvre Museum, Paris, from the Khorsabad sculpture, and is also copied in Sayce’s edition of Smith’s “Chaldean Account of Genesis”, opposite p. 175

 

TABLET IV 1–COLUMN I

THE ANNUAL SALE OF THE MAIDENS OF BABYLON

Hail holy union! wedded love on earth!

The highest bliss which crowns us from our birth,

Our joy! the mainspring of our life and aims,

Our great incentive when sweet love inflames

Our hearts to glorious deeds and ever wreathes

Around our brows, the happy smile that breathes

Sweet fragrance from the home of holy love,

And arms us with a courage from above.

O Woman! Woman! weave thy love around

Thy chosen lover, who in thee hath found

A loveliness and purity so sweet,

That he doth watch for coming of the feet

That brings him happiness and thrill his heart–

For one, of all thy kind who can impart

To him the holiest bliss, the sweetest joy,

That e’er can crown his life so tenderly

He worships thee within a holy fane,

Let not his hope and joy be all in vain!

O thou, sweet Queen! we crown thee in our homes,

And give to thee our love that holy comes

From Heaven to inspire and bless our lives.

For this mankind all hope to take pure wives

To sacredest of all our temples, shrines,

And keep thee pure within sweet love’s confines

That we may worship thee, and daily bring

Devotions to our altar,–to thee sing

Our orisons of praise, and sacred keep

Our homes till we shall softly drop asleep

Within the arms we love so tenderly,

And carry with us a sweet memory

Of purity and bliss that blessed our lives,

And children gave from sweetest of pure wives.

Thou art our all! O holy woman, pure

Forever may thy charms on earth endure!

Oh, trample not upon thy husband’s love!

For true devotion he doth daily prove.

Oh, shackle not his feet in life’s fierce strife,

His weary shoulders burden,–blast his life!

Or palsy those dear hands that work for thee,

And fill his eyes with tears of agony,

Till love shall turn as acid to his teeth,

And thorns shall tear his side with hellish wreath,

And daggers pierce his heart, and ice his soul,

And thou become to him a hated ghoul!

2What married woman is untainted, pure?

She, who when married spreads for men no hire,

Bestows caresses on no man but him

Who is her husband; she who doth not trim[

Her form to catch the vulgar gaze, nor paints

Herself, or in her husband’s absence taunts

Not her sweet purity; exposes not

Her form undraped, whose veil no freeman aught

Has raised; 3 or shows her face to others than

Her slaves; and loves alone her husbandman;

She who has never moistened her pure lips

With liquors that intoxicate; 4 nor sips

With others joys that sacred are alone

To him, her strength; who claims her as his own.

O Beauty, Purity, my theme inspire!

To woman’s love of old, my muse aspire!

When her sweet charms were equally bestowed,

And fairest of the sex with hopes imbued

Of capturing men of wealth and lives of ease,

When loveliness at public sale 5 doth please

The nobles of the land to wealth bestow

Upon ill-favored sisters, maids of woe,

Who claimed no beauty, nor had lovely charms;

When crones and hags, and maids with uncouth forms,

Secured a husbandman despite of fate,

And love redeemed them from the arms of hate.

The proclamation Izdubar had made

To bring to the great plaza every maid,

For Beltis (Ninlil)‘ feast and Hergal’s (Nergal?) now arrives,

When maidens are selected as the wives

Of noblemen or burghers of the towns

And cities of the kingdom; when wealth crowns

The nobles richest, ever as of old,

With beauty they have purchased with their gold.

The festival, the Sabat-tu 6 hath come!

The Sabat-tu of Elul! hear the hum

Of voices filling Erech’s streets!

The maids are coming, how each gaily prates!

The day and hour has come for them to stand

And meet the bidders from all Sumir’s land;

The day that ends their maidenhood, and brings

Them joy or not. Oh, how the poor young things

With throbbing hearts approach yon gathering throng

To hear their fate pronounced; but is it wrong?

The custom old, Accadia thinks is good,

They all are young and fresh with maidenhood;

The ugly ones as well, shall husbands have,

And their young lives from shame thus they will save.

No agèd maids shall pass from yonder throng

With bitterness,–their heart’s unuttered song

For some dear love to end their joyless woe,

And longings unallayed that e’er may flow.

But Love! O where art thou? art thou a thing

That gold may buy? Doth lucre thy bright wing

Unfold to hover over human hearts?

Oh, no! Thy presence to our soul imparts

A sweeter joy than selfishness can give,

Thou givest love that thou mayst love receive;

Nor asking aught of wealth, of rank, or fame.

True love in palace, hovel, is the same

Sweet joy, the holiest of sacred things.

For this we worship Ishtar (Inanna), for she brings

Us happiness, when we ourselves forget

In the dear arms we love; no coronet

Of power, or countless gold, or rank, or fame,

Or aught that life can give, or tongue can name,

Can reach the heart that loyally doth love,

Nor hopes of heaven, nor fears of hell can move.

Mayhap, this Sabattu, some lover may

All wealth he claims abandon on this day,

For the dear heart that seeming pleads to him,

While her fond glistening eyes shall on him gleam.

A look, a glance; when mingling souls speak love,

Will in his breast undying longings move;

And let us hope that when the youths have lain 7

Their all before the herald, that no men

Who see their sacrifice will rob their hearts

Of all that gives them joy or bliss imparts;

Or that this day alone will maidens see

Who have not loved, and they will happy be

With him who purchases her as his wife;

Or proud young beauties will enjoy the strife

Of bidders to secure their lovely charms,

And love may bring their husbands to their arms.

The day is sacred, dedicated old

To Love and Strength, when loving arms shall fold

A vigorous husband to a maiden’s breast,

Where she may ever stay and safely rest.

The day of Ishtar, Queen of Love! the day

Of Nergal, the strong god, to whom they pray

For strength to bless with vigor Accad’s sons.

For many anxious years this day atones.

8 This day their Sar the flesh of birds eats not,

Nor food profaned by fire this day, nor aught

Of labor may perform nor zubat 9 change,

Nor snowy ku-bar-ra 10 anew arrange.

A sacrifice he offers not, nor rides

Upon his chariot this day, nor guides

His realm’s affairs, and his Tur-tan-nu rests.

Of soldiers, and of orders, he divests

His mind; and even though disease may fall

Upon him, remedies he may not call.

The temple he shall enter in the night,

And pray that Ishtar’s favor may delight

His heart; and lift his voice in holy prayer,

In Nergal’s temple rest from every care,

Where he before the holy altar bends

With lifted hands, his soul’s petition sends.

Around the square the palms and cedars shine,

And bowers of roses cluster round divine.

Beneath an arch of myrtles, climbing vines,

And canopy,–with wreathing flowers it shines,

There stands a wondrous garland-wreathèd throne,

Where maids are gathered;–each unmarried one.

The timid maids and bold of Babylon

Are each in turn led to the rosy throne;

The crowd of bidders round the herald stand,

The richest and the poorest of the land.

The queen of Accad’s maids doth now appear,

We see the burnished chariot coming near,

Ten beauteous bays with proud steps, nodding plumes

Come first; behind, a train of nobles comes;

And now we see the close-drawn canopy

Thrown back by slaves, who step aside, that she

The queen of beauty crowned with lilies, rose,

May here alight. And see! she queenly goes

With dainty steps between the noblemen,

Who stand on either side the queen

Of beauty of the plains, who first this day

Shall reign upon the throne, and lead the way

For all the maids who shall be bought for gold,

And thus the first upon the throne is sold.

She takes her seat beneath the canopy,

Upon the throne high raised, that all may see;

As she her veil of fine spun gold flings back

From her sweet face and o’er her ringlets black,

Her large dark eyes, soft as a wild gazelle’s,

Upon the richest nobles dart appeals.

Her bosom throbs ‘neath gems and snowy lace,

And robes of broidered satin, velvets, grace

Her beauty with their pearly folds that fall

Around her form.

Hark! hear the herald’s call!

Behold this pearl! my lords and noblemen,

And who will bid for her as wife, my men?

“Ana-bilti khtirassi ash at ka!” 1

“Akhadu khtirassi ana sa-sa!” 2

“U sinu bilti khurassi!” 1 two cried.

“Sal-sutu bilti!” 2 nobles three replied;

And four, and five, and six, till one bid ten,

A vast amount of gold for noblemen:

But see! the bidders in excitement stand

Around a youth who cries with lifted hand

And features pale and stern, who now began

To bid against a wealthy nobleman,

Whose countless herds graze far upon the plain,

His laden ships that ride upon the main

He counts by scores. He turns his evil eyes

And wolfish face upon the youth and cries,

“Khamisserit!” 3 The lover answering says:

“Esra’a!” 4 “U selasa’a!” 5 then brays

The gray-haired lover. “U irbaha!” 6 cries

The youth, and still the nobleman defies;

Who answers cooly, “Khausa’a;” 7 and eyes

The anxious youth, who wildly “Miha (unknown?)!” 8 cries.

“Mine I mine! she is! though you alapu 9” bid!

“A fool thou art!” the noble, leaving, said.

“One hundred talents for a maid!” he sneered,

And in the crowd he growling disappeared.

The measures filled with shining gold are brought,

And thus the loveliest of all is bought.

The next in beauty on the throne is sold,

And thus the beautiful are sold for gold.

The richest thus select the beautiful,

The poor must take alone the dutiful

And homely with a dower which beauty bought,

And ugliness with gold becomes his lot.

The ugliest, unsightly, and deformed,

Is now brought forth; with many wriggles squirmed

She to the throne, where beauty late had sat:

Her ugliness distorted thus; whereat

The herald cries:

“Who will this woman take

With smallest dowry? She can cook and bake,

And many household duties well perform,

Although she does not claim a beauty’s charm.

Who wants a wife?”

The ugly crone with blinks

Doth hideous look, till every bidder shrinks.

A sorry spectacle, mis-shapen, gross,

She is, and bidders now are at a loss

How much to ask to take the hag to wife.

At last one cries:

“Five bilti, 10 for relief

Of herald I will take, to start the bid!”

“And four of bilti, I’ll take, with the maid!

“Three and a half!” one cries with shaking head,

“And she is yours, my man!” the herald said,

And thus she bought a husband and a home.

And so the scare-crows, scraggy ones, now come

In turn; the lean, ill-favored, gawky, bald,

Long-nosed, uncouth, raw-boned, and those with scald

And freckled, frowsy, ricketty and squat,

The stumpy, bandy-leggèd, gaunt, each bought

A man; though ugly as a toad, they sold,

For every man with her received his gold.

The heaped-up gold which beauteous maids had brought

Is thus proportioned to the bidder’s lot;

The grisly, blear-eyed, every one is sold,

And husbands purchased for a pile of gold,

And happiness diffused throughout the land;

For when the maid refused her husband’s hand

She might return by paying back the gold.

And every maid who thus for wife was sold

Received a bond from him who purchased her,

To wed her as his wife, or else incur

The forfeit of his bond, and thus no maids

In all the land were found as grumbling jades,

Whose fate it was to have no husbandman,

For every woman had a husband then.

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Footnotes

53:1 We have included in Tablet IV Tablets V and VI of the original, as classified by Mr. Sayce.

54:2 The above is taken from an Assyrian fragment (“W. A. I.,” ii. 35, No. 4) translated in “Records of the Past,” vol. xi., pp. 159, 160, and presents the Assyrian view of purity and
the customs of their people.

55:3 Literally, “whose veil no freeman of pure race has raised.” Before slaves and men of mean rank, women of the East are not obliged to veil the face.

55:4 Literally, “who has never moistened her teeth with an intoxicating liquor.” “Rec. of the Past,” p. 160, l. 6.

55:5 The public sale herein described is taken from the statement of Herodotus (see Herodotus, vol. i., p. 196. Compare “Nic. Dam. Fr.,” 131, and Ælian. “Var. Hist.” iv. 1), who says all the marriageable virgins in all the towns of the empire or kingdom were sold at public auction. The beautiful maidens were sold to the highest bidder, and the proceeds were deposited before the herald. The ugly maidens in turn were then put up, and the bidders were called upon to take them as wives with the smallest dowry to be paid from the proceeds of the sales of the beautiful maids, and they were in turn awarded to those who would accept them with the smallest amount as dowry. The numerous contracts for the sales of women now in the British Museum may possibly be records of these transactions.

56:6 “Sab-at-tu,” a day of rest for the heart (“W. A. L,” ii. 32), the Sabbath day, which was dedicated to the worship of the sun, moon, and stars, and their gods, which were known by different names.

57:7 “Lain,” to lay, v.a. (pretr. “laid,” art. passive “lain,” from “liggan,” Sax.) “to place along the ground.” Fenning’s Royal Eng. Dic., London, MDCLXXV.

57:8 From the Babylonian Festival Calendar (“C. I. W. A.,” vol., iv. pls. 32, 33); also translated in “Records of the Past,” vol. vii., pp. 162, 163.

57:9 “Zubat,” robes.

57:10 “Ku-bar-ra,” linen robes.

59:1 “And two golden talents!”

59:2 “Three talents!”

59:3 “Fifteen!”

59:4 “Twenty!”

59:5 “And thirty!”

59:6 “And forty!”

59:7 “Fifty!”

59:8 “One hundred!”

59:9 “One thousand!”

60:10 “Five bilti,” about £3,165 sterling, or $15,825.

 

COLUMN II

COUNCIL IN THE PALACE

The seers on silver couches round the throne;

The hangings of the carvèd lintel thrown

Aside; the heralds cried: “The Sar! The Sar!

The council opens our King Izdubar!”

The Sar walked o’er the velvets to his throne

Of gold inlaid with gems. A vassal prone

Before the Sar now placed the stool of gold,

Arranged his royal robes with glittering fold

Of laces, fringes rich inwove with pearls,

Embroidered with quaint figures, curious twirls.

Behind the throne a prince of royal blood

Arrayed in courtly splendor, waiting stood,

And gently waved a jeweled fan aloft

Above the Sar’s tiara; carpets soft

From Accad’s looms the varied tilings bright,

In tasteful order, part conceal from sight.

The glittering pillars stand with gold o’erlaid

In rows throughout the room to the arcade,

Within the entrance from a columned hall.

The ivory-graven panels on the wall

On every side are set in solid gold.

The canopy chased golden pillars hold

Above the throne, and emeralds and gems

Flash from the counselor’s rich diadems.

In silence all await the monarch’s sign:

“This council hath been called, the hour is thine

To counsel with thy King upon a plan

Of conquest of our foes, who ride this plain,

Unchecked around; these Suti should be driven

From Sumir’s plain. Have ye our wrongs forgiven?

Khumbaba hath enjoyed great Accad’s spoils

Too long; with him we end these long turmoils.

What sayest thou, Heabani?–all my seers?

Hath Accad not her chariots and spears?”

Then one among the wisest seers arose

“To save our precious tune which hourly flows,

He should our seer, Rab-sak-i 1 first invite

To lay his plans before the Sar, and light

May break across our vision. I confess

Great obstacles I see, but acquiesce

In any plan you deem may bring success.

The gods, I feel our cause will gladly bless.”

Another spoke, and all agree at last

To hear the seer whose wisdom all surpassed.

Heabani modestly arose and said,

And gracefully to all inclined his head:

“O Sar! thy seer will gladly counsel give

To thee, and all our seers; my thanks receive

For thy great confidence in my poor skill

To crush our foes who every country fill.

I with the Sar agree that we should strike

A blow against the rival king, who like

Our Sar, is a great giant king, and lives

Within a mountain castle, whence he grieves

All nations by his tyranny, and reigns

With haughty power from Kharsak to these plains.

I’ll lead the way, my Sar, to his wild home;

‘Tis twenty kas-pu 2 hence, if you will come.

A wall surrounds his castle in a wood,

With brazen gates strong fastened. I have stood

Beneath the lofty pines which dwindle these

To shrubs that grow in parks as ornate trees.

The mighty walls will reach six gars 3 in height,

And two in breadth, like Nipur’s 4 to the sight.

And when you go, take with you many mules;

With men to bring the spoils, and needed tools

To break the gates, his castle overthrow:

To lose no time, to-morrow we should go.

To Erech, pines and cedars we can bring

With all the wealth of Elam’s giant king,

And Erech fill with glorious parks and halls,

Remove these man-u-bani, 5 ruined walls.

Take to your hearts, ye seers, poor Erech’s wrongs!

Her fall, the bards of Elam sing in songs.

I love dear Erech, may her towers shine!

He seized his harp, thus sung the seer divine:

“O Erech (Uruk)! thy bright plains I love;

Although from thee thy seer did rove,

My heart remained with thee!

The foe destroyed thy beauteous towers,

Sa-mu (unknow?) forgot to rain her showers,

And could I happy be?

Mine eyes beheld thy fallen gates,

Thy blood warm flowing in thy streets,

My heart was broken then.

I raised mine eyes and saw thy Sar

In glory on his steed of war,

And joy returned again!

I saw the foe in wild dismay

Before him flee that glorious day.

With joy I heard the cry

Of victory resound afar,

Saw Elam crushed ‘neath Accad’s car:

I shouted, Victory!

Away! till birds of prey shall rend

His flesh and haughty Elam bend

Before our mighty Sar!

Beneath his forest of pine-trees

The battle-cry then loudly raise,

We follow Izdubar!

And may the birds of prey surround

Khumbaba stretched upon the ground,

Destroy his body there!

And Izdubar alone be king,

And all his people joyful sing,

With glory crown him here!

All hail! All hail! our giant King,

The amaranti 6 for him bring,

To crown him, crown him here,

As King of Accad and Sutu,

And all the land of Subar-tu!

So sayeth Hea’s (Enki) seer!”

The counselors and chieftains wildly cry

Around the throne, “All hail izzu sar-ri

Of Su-bar-tu!” and shouting leave the halls

To summon Accad’s soldiers from the walls

To hear the war proclaimed against their foes,

And Accad’s war-cry from them loud arose.

King Izdubar Heabani warmly prest

Within his arms upon his throbbing breast,

And said, “Let us to the war temple go,

That all the gods their favor may bestow.”

The seer replied, “‘Tis well! then let us wend

Our way, and at the altar we will bend,–

To Ishtar’s temple, where our goddess queen

Doth reign, seek her propitious favor, then

In Samas‘ holy temple pray for aid

To crush our foe;–with glory on each blade,]

Our hands will carry victory in war.”

The chiefs, without the temple, join their Sar.

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Footnotes

62:1 “Rab-sak-i,” chief of the high ones, chief of the seers and counselors; prime, minister.

62:2 “Twenty kaspu,” 140 miles; each kaspu was seven miles, or two hours’ journey.

62:3 “Six gars,” 120 feet; each gar was a twenty-foot measure. Khumbaba’s walls were thus 120 feet high and forty feet thick–much like the wall, of Babylon.

62:4 “Nipur” was one of the cities of Izdubar’s kingdom, from whence he came to the rescue of Erech.

63:5 “Man-u-ban-i,” a tree or shrub of unpleasant odor mentioned by Heabani. See Sayce’s revised edition Smith’s “Chald. Acc. of Genesis,” p. 254. The fragment translated by Mr. Sayce should be placed in another position in the epic.

64:6 “Amaranti,” amaranth. “immortal amaranth.”–“Par. Lost”

 

COLUMN III

THE KING WORSHIPS AT THE SHRINE OF ISHTAR

1 The richest and the poorest here must stay,

Each proud or humble maid must take her way

To Ishtar’s temple grand, a lofty shrine,

With youth and beauty seek her aid divine.

Some drive in covered chariots of gold,

With courtly trains come to the temple old.

With ribbons on their brows all take their seats,

The richer maid of nobles, princes, waits

Within grand chambers for the nobler maids;

The rest all sit within the shrine’s arcades.

Thus fill the temple with sweet beauties, crones;

The latest maids are the most timid ones.

In rows the maidens sat along the halls

And vestibules, on couches, where the walls

Were carved with mystic signs of Ishtar’s feast;

Till at the inner shrine the carvings ceased.

Amid the crowd long silken cords were strung

To mark the paths, and to the pillows clung.

The King through the great crowd now pressed his way

Toward the inner shrine, where he may pray.

The jeweled maidens on the cushioned seats,

Now babbling hailed the King, and each entreats

For sacred service, silver or of gold,

And to him, all, their sweetest charms unfold.

Sonic lovely were, in tears besought and cried,

And many would a blooming bride provide;\

While others were deformed and homely, old,

As spinsters still remained, till now grown bold,

They raised their bony arms aloft and bawled.

Some hideous were with harshest voices squalled,

And hags like dal-khi from the Under-World,

Their curses deep, growled forth from where they curled.

But these were few and silent soon became,

And hid their ugliness away in shame.

For years some maids had waited day and night,

But beauty hides the ugly ones from sight.

The King astounded, eyed them seated round;

Beneath their gaze his eyes fell to the ground.

“And hath great Accad lost so many sons,

And left so many maids unmarried ones?”

He eyed the image where the goddess stood

Upon a pedestal of cedar wood

O’erlaid with gold and pearls and uk-ni stones,

And near it stands the altar with its cones

Of gold adorned with gems and solid pearls,–

And from the golden censer incense curls.

Beside the altar stands a table grand

Of solid metal carved with skilful hand;

Upon it stands a mass of golden ware,

With wines and fruits which pious hands prepare.

The walls are glistening with gold and gems,

The priestesses all wear rich diadems.

The Sar now eyes the maidens, while they gaze;

Thus they expectant wait, while he surveys.

And see! he takes from them a charming girt

With Ishtar’s eyes and perfect form, the pearl

Of beauty of them all; turns to the shrine,

When in her lap he drops a golden coin,

And says, “The goddess Ishtar, prosper thee!” 2

She springs, for she from Ishtar’s halls is free,

And kneels and weeps before the monarch’s feet,

“O great and mighty Sar I thee entreat,

My will is thine, but all my sisters free:

Behold my sisters here imploring thee!”

The King gazed at the beauteous pleading face,

Which roused within his breast the noble race

Before her heavenly charms transfixed he stood.

Before her heavenly charms transfixed he stood.

“‘Tis well! my daughter, I the favor grant!”

And to the priestess said, “Let here be sent

Great coffers filled with gold! for I release

These maids. Let all their weary waiting cease,

The price I’ll send by messengers to thee.”

And all rejoicing sing a psalmody.

A ring of maidens round the image forms;

With flashing eyes they sing, with waving arms,

A wilderness of snowy arms and feet,

To song and dance the holy measure beat;

A mass of waving ringlets, sparkling eyes.

In wildest transport round each maiden flies,

The measure keeps to sacred psalmody,

With music ravishing,–sweet melody.

The priestess leads for them the holy hymn,

Thus sing they, measure keep with body, limb:

3“Let length of days, long lasting years,

With sword of power, extend his holy life!

With years extended full of glory, shine,

Pre-eminent above all kings in strife.

Oh, clothe our king, our lord, with strength divine,

Who with such gifts to gods appears!

“Let his great empire’s limits be,

Now vast and wide, enlarged, and may he reign

(Till it shall spread before his eyes complete)

Supreme above all kings! May he attain

To silver hairs, old age, and nations greet

Our sovereign in his royalty!

“When gifts are ended of Life’s days,

The feasts of the Land of the Silver Sky,

With bliss, the Blest Abode Refulgent Courts,

May he enjoy through all eternity,

Where Light of Happy Fields with joy transports

And dwell in life eternal, holy there

In presence of the gods with sacred cheer,

With Assur’s (city & god named Ashur) gods walk blessèd ways!”

When they have ended all their joyful song,

They gratefully around their monarch throng;

And kneeling at his feet, they bathe his hands

With tears of joy, and kiss the ‘broidered bands

Of his bright robes, then joyous haste away;

And Erech’s shame was ended on that day.

And now the Sar as his libation pours

The sparkling sacred wine before the doors

That lead to Ishtar’s glorious inner shrine.

He bows before her golden form divine,

Thus prays:

4 “In thy fair shrine I bow to thee,

O Light of Heaven! bright thy majesty

As glowing flames upon the world doth dawn,

Bright goddess of the earth, thy fixed abode!

Who dawned upon the earth a glorious god!

With thee prosperity, hath ever gone.

To gild the towers of cities of mankind!

Thou warrior’s god, who rideth on the wind!

As a hyena fierce thou sendest war,

And as a lion comes thy raging car.

Each day thou rulest from thy canopy

That spreads above in glory,–shines for thee;

O come, exalted goddess of the Sun!”

5Against the tyrant King I go to war,

Attend mine arms, O Queen! with radiant car

Of battles! ride upon the giant King

With thy bright, fiery chargers! valor bring

To me at rising of the glistening car

Of Samas, send attendants fierce of war!

But goddess Mam-nutu (Ninhursag?) of Fate and Death;

Oh, keep away from me her blasting breath;

Let Samas fix the hour with favor thine,

And o’er mine unknown path, Oh ride divine!

Thy servant strengthen with thy godly power,

That he invincible in war may tower,

Against thy chosen city’s greatest foe,

Who brought on Erech all her deepest woe.”

And from the inner shrine with curtains hung,

The Oracle of Ishtar sweetly sung:

“O King of vast unnumbered countries, hear!

Thine enemy Khum-baba do not fear,

My hands will waft the winds for thee.

Thus I reveal!

Khum-baba falls! thine enemy!

Nor aught conceal.

“The harvest month 6 propitious shines,

Array great Accad’s battle lines!

Before thy feet thy Queen descends,

Before thy will thine Ishtar bends,

To fight thine enemy,

To war I go with thee!

My word is spoken, thou hast heard,

For thee, my favor thou hast stirred.

As I am Ishtar of mine Or divine,

Thine enemy shall fall! Be glory thine!

“Before mine Izdubar I go,

And at thy side direct thy blow.

I go with thee, fear not, my King,

For every doubt and fear, I bring

Relief, to thy heart rest!

Of Sars, I love thee best!”

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Footnotes

65:1 The account given by Herodotus of the worship of Beltis (Ninlil) or Ishtar, if true (see Herodotus, i. 199), was one of the darkest features of Babylonian religion. It is probable that the first intention was only to represent love as heaven-born, and that it afterward became sensual in the time of Herodotus. (See Sayce edition Smith’s “C. A. of Gen.,” p. 50.) The presence of the women may have been intended at first to present an innocent attraction. See also Rawlinson’s “Ancient Monarchies,” vol. iii. p. 21.

66:2 See Herodotus, vol. i. p. 199.Ishtar was called Mylitta or Beltis in the time of Herodotus. We have taken the above description from Herodotus, whose work is mostly confirmed by the cuneiform inscriptions.

67:3 The above psalm is found in vol. iii. of Rawlinson’s “British Museum Inscriptions,” pl. 66, and was translated by F. Talbot, F.R.S., in vol. i. of the Transactions of the Society of Biblical Archæology, p. 108, and also by M. Lenormant in his “Premières Civilisations,” p. 177. We have used Mr. Talbot’s transcription.

68:4 See terra-cotta tablet numbered “S. 954” in the British Museum. also translation by Rev. A. H. Sayce, M.A., in the “Records of the Past,” vol. v. V. 157.

68:5 See fragment in Sayce’s edition Smith’s “Chald. Acc. of Gen.,” p. 220, col. iii.

69:6 The harvest month was the month of Sivan, which is mentioned by the Oracle of Ishtar of Arbela. See “Cuneiform Inscriptions of Western Asia,” vol. iv. pl. 68; also “Records of the Past,” vol. xi. pp. 61-62.

 

COLUMN IV

THE KING GOES FROM ISHTAR’S TEMPLE TO THE TEMPLE OF SAMAS

He rose and raised the pendant mystic charms

And kissed them, and the jewels of her arms

And ornaments upon her breast divine,

And then her crown with jewels iridine

He placed upon his brow, and it returned;

And from the shrine in reverence he turned;

To Samas’ temple all the chiefs of war

And seers, pa-te-si, go with Izdubar.

Before the fire he stands where holy burns

The flames of Samas. In a vase he turns

The crimson wine, to Samas, God, he pours

Libation, and his favor thus implores:

O Samas, why hast thou established, raised

Me in thy heart?–protected? Men have praised

Thee, Holy One! my expedition bless

In thine own will, O God, I acquiesce.

I go, O Samas, on a path afar,

Against Khumbaba I declare this war;

The battle’s issue thou alone dost know,

Or if success attends me where I go.

The way is long, O may thy son return

From the vast pine-tree forest, I would earn

For Erech glory and renown! Destroy

Khumbaba and his towers! he doth annoy

All nations, and is evil to thy sight.

To-morrow I will go, O send thy Light

Upon my standards, and dark Nina-zu (Ereshkigal’s son)

Keep thou away, that I may wary view

Mine enemies, and fix for me the hour

When I shall strike and crush Khumbaba’s power.

To all the gods I humbly pray

To Izdubar propitious be!

1 AssurSamas u Marduk-u,

AnaSar bel-ni-ya lik-ru-bu!”

And thus the Oracle with sweetest voice

To him replied, and made his heart rejoice:

“Fear not, O Izdubar,

For I am Bel (Enlil), thy strength in war. 2

A heart of strength give I to thee!

To trust, we can but faithful be!

As thou hast shown to me.

The sixty gods, our strongest ones,

Will guide thy path where’er it runs;

The moon-god (Nannar) on thy right shall ride,

And Samas on thy left shall guide.

The sixty gods thy will commands

To crush Khumbaba’s bands.

In man alone, do not confide,

Thine eyes turn to the gods,

Who rule from their abodes,

And trust in Heaven where powers abide!”

With joyous heart the Sar comes from the shrine

To bathe his brow in Samas‘ rays divine;

Upon the pyramid he stands and views

The scene below with its bright varied hues.

A peerless pile the temple grandly shone

With marble, gold, and silver in the sun;

In seven stages rose above the walls,

With archways vast and polished pillared halls.

A marble portico surrounds the mass

With sculptured columns, banisters of brass,

And winding stairways round the stages’ side,

Grand temples piled on temples upward glide,

A mass of colors like the rainbow hues,

Thus proudly rise from breezy avenues.

The brazen gates lead to the temple’s side,

The stairs ascend and up the stages glide.

The basement painted of the darkest blue

Is passed by steps ascending till we view

From them the second stage of orange hue

And crimson third! from thence a glorious view–

A thousand turrets far beneath, is spread

O’er lofty walls, and fields, and grassy mead;

The golden harvests sweep away in sight

And orchards, vineyards, on the left and right;

Euphrates’ stream as a broad silver band

Sweeps grandly through the glowing golden land,

Till like a thread of silver still in sight

It meets the Tigris gleaming in the light

That spreads along the glorious bending skies,

The brightest vault of all the emperies.

Now rested from the cushioned seats we rise

And to the stairway turn again our eyes;

The fourth stage plated o’er with beaten gold

We pass, and topaz fifth till we behold

The sixth of azure blue; to seventh glide,

That glows with silvery summit where reside

The gods, within a shrine of silvery sheen

Which brightly glows, and from afar is seen.

Without the temple, burnished silver shines;

Within, pure gold and gems in rare designs.

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Footnotes

71:1 “Assur (Osiris) Samas (Shamash / Utu) and Merodac (Marduk)“ (“Unto the king, my lord may they propitious!”), the response of the priest to the prayer.

71:2 See “Records of the Past,” vol. xi. p. 63. These oracles seem to be formulas which are filled in with the monarch’s name, and may apply to any king.

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COLUMN V

EXPEDITION AGAINST KHUMBABA, AND BATTLE IN THE BLACK FOREST

At early dawn the shining ranks are massed,

And Erech echoes with the trumpet’s blast;

The chosen men of Erech are in line,

And Ishtar in her car above doth shine.

The blazing standards high with shouts are raised,

As Samas‘ car above grand Sumir blazed.

The march they sound at Izdubar’s command,

And thus they start for King Khumbaba’s land;

The gods in bright array above them shine,

By Ishtar (Inanna) led, with Samas (Utu), moon-god Sin (Nannar),

On either sidle with Merodac (Marduk) and Bel (Enlil),

And Ninip (Ninurta), Nergal, Nusku (Enlil’s chancellor) with his spell,

The sixty gods on chargers of the skies,

And Ishtar’s chariot before them flies.

Across Cazina’s (unknown?) desert far have come,

The armies now have neared Khumbaba’s home;

Beneath grand forests of tall cedar, pine,

And the dark shades near Khar-sak’s (unknown?) brow divine.

A brazen gate before them high appeared,

And massive walls which their great foe had reared;

The mighty gates on heavy pivots hung,

They broke, and on their brazen hinges swung

With clanging roars against the solid wall,

And sent through all the wilds a clarion call.

Within his halls Khumbaba is enthroned,

In grand Tul-Khumba’s walls by forests zoned

With her bright palaces and templed shrines,

The sanctuaries of the gods, where pines

Sigh on the wafting winds their rich perfumes;

Where Elam’s god with sullen thunder dooms

From Kharsak’s (unknown?) brow the wailing nation’s round,

And Elam’s; hosts obey the awful sound.

The giant here his castled city old

Had strengthened, wrung his tributes, silver, gold;

His palace ceiling with pure silver shines,

And on his throne of gold from Magan’s (Egypt) 1 mines

In all his pride the conqueror exults,

With wealth has filled his massive iron vaults.

Oft from his marble towers the plains surveys,

And sees his foes’ most ancient cities blaze;

While his pa-te-si lead his allied hosts,

And o’er his famous victories he boasts.

         With Rimsin (Rim-Sin) he allied when Erech fell,

         The King of Sarsa, whose great citadel

         Was stormed by Nammurabi (Hammurabi) the great Sar,

         Ninrad of Erech, our King Izdubar.

         Khumbaba’s ally was by him o’erthrown,

         And thus appeared to take Khumbaba’s throne.

         And now within his palace came a sound

         That roared through all the forest, shook the ground:

         “Our foes! our foes! the gate! hear how it rings!”

          And from his throne the giant furious springs:

          “Ho! vassals! sound the trump! ’tis Izdubar,

          To arms! our foes are on us from afar!”

         His weapons seizes, drives his men in fear

         Before him with his massive sword and spear,

         And as a tempest from his lips he pours

         His orders, while his warrior steed he spurs

         Along his serried lines of bristling spears;

         Among the pines the army disappears.

The men of Accad now in squadrons form,

Arrayed to take Khumbaba’s towers by storm;

While Izdubar the forest black surveyed

Of pines and cedars thickly grown, and made

A reconnoitre of his hidden foe.

The road was straight; afar the turrets glow

With Samas‘ light, and all the gods arrayed,

Ride o’er the pines and flash through their dark shade.

The glorious blaze of Accad’s glistening spears

One kaspu pass, and now the foe appears;

Beneath the deepest shadows of the pines

Khumbaba stands with solid battle lines

Before the marching host of Izdubar.

The forest echoes with the shouts of war,

As they sweep on with ringing battle cries,

Now loudly echoed from the woods and skies:

“Kar-ro! Kar-ra! 2 we follow Izdubar!”

And through the forests fly the bolts of war.

The foe beheld the gods in wrath above

And Accad’s charging lines toward them move,

But bravely stand to meet the onset fierce,

Their mailed armor, shields, no arrows pierce.

And now in direst conflict meet the mass,

And furious still meets ringing bronze and brass,

Khumbaba on his mighty steed of war,

Above the ranks towers high a giant Sar,

And sweeps the men of Accad with his blade,

Till to his breast a heap of corpses made,

And fiercely urged his men to fight, to die;

And Izdubar, with helmet towering high,

His men has led with fury on the foe,

And massacres each man with one fell blow,

Who dares to stand in front with sword or spear,

And fighting by him stands his valiant seer.

The gods now rushing from the gleaming sky,

With blazing weapons carry victory;

The foe no longer stand before the sight,

And shouting fly away in wild affright.

Their monarch turned and slowly rode away;

And Accad’s hosts his men pursue and slay,

Until the forest deep resounds with cries.

To save himself each man in terror flies.

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Footnotes

73:1 “Mag-an” or “Mizir,” Egypt, or the famous mines of Africa.

74:2 “Karra! kar-ra!” (cry out) “Hurrah! hurrah!”

COLUMN VI

HAND-TO-HAND CONFLICT OF THE RIVAL GIANTS–DEATH OF KHUMBABA

Now the black forest through, the Sar and seer

Sought for their foe, Khumbaba, far and near;

But he had fled when he beheld the gods

In fury rushing from their bright abodes.

Now from the battle-field the King and seer

The farthest limit of the forest near,

And passing on, the Sar thus to his seer:

“The gods have filled our foeman’s heart with fear:

He comes not forth to meet us ‘neath his walls.”

But lo! within their sight, far from his halls,

Khumbaba stands beside his steed of snow

Held by his queen, and eyes his coming foe.

Heabani cries: “Behold the enemy!

And with his queen from us disdains to fly!”

And Izdubar turned to Heabani, said:

“My seer, methought this King from us had fled;

His army slain or scattered from us fly;

But by our hands this monarch here must die.”

Heabani eyed Khumbaba, nor replied

Before the Queen, who wrung her hands and cried;

And Izdubar continued:

“He, of war,

It seems, doth lack in skill, and from afar

He scents the battle, while his fighting men

Their raids oft make, and here return again;

His castle we may enter without fear,

And thou his queen mayst have who standeth here,

And now we end the reign of Elam’s throne;

So lend thy hand to strike this monarch prone.

My friend, if I mistake thee not, for war

Thou art prepared, since thou upon the car

Wast wont to ride in former years now gone;

And if he falls, a feast day of the Sun

1We will appoint, and may the birds of prey

Surround his carcass on this glorious day:

But stay! this giant I will slay alone,

Although his weight is many gur-ri 2 stone;

This giant’s form the gods have surely made

An enemy well worthy of my blade.”

And Izdubar upon his foe advanced,

Who waiting stood, and at him fiercely glanced,

And naught replied; but raised his glory blade.

Their furious glance, the giant’s queen dismayed.

She wildly eyed the rivals towering high,

And breathless stood, then quickly turned to fly,

As Izdubar upon his heavy shield

Received Khumbaba’s stroke, and then doth wield

His massive blade as lightning o’er his head,

He strikes the giant’s helmet on the mead.

Khumbaba, furious, strikes a mighty blow,

Which staggers Izdubar, who on his foe

Now springs and rains upon him faster blows,

Until his blade with fire continuous glows.

Khumbaba caught his blows on sword and shield

With parries; thrusts returned, and naught would yield;

And thus they fought, the peerless kings of war.

Now Ishtar downward drove his raging car,

And in Khumbaba’s eyes her rays she cast,

The giant turned his glance–it was his last;

Unwary caught, his foe has swung his sword,

Khumbaba’s gory head rolls o’er the sward.

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Footnotes

76:1 Smith’s “Chald. Acc. of Gen.,” Sayce’s edition, p. 223 ls. 35 and 41.

76:2 “Gur-ri,” a measurement of weight corresponding to “ton”(?). It vas also used as a measurement of ships.

 

ALCOVE II

TABLET V–COLUMN I

CORONATION OF IZDUBAR AS KING OF THE FOUR RACES, AND APPEARANCE OF ISHTAR IN HIS ROYAL PRESENCE, WHO SUES FOR HIS HAND

To Erech’s palaces returns the Sar,

Rich laden with Khumbaba’s spoils of war.

The land of Ur with grandest glories shines–

And gleams with palaces and towers and shrines.

The plain with temples, cities, walls is filled,

And wide canals, and yellow harvests tilled.

Grand Erech to the sight presents no walls

In ruins laid, but glows with turrets, halls;

With splendor proudly shines across the plain.

And now with joy he meets his courtly train;

Their shouts of welcome rend the gleaming skies,

And happiness beams from his people’s eyes.

Within the walls he rides with kingly pride,

And all his chiefs and seers beside him ride;

To his grand palace they now lead the way,

To crown him king of Subartu this day.

Arrayed in splendor on his throne, the Sar

Before him eyes the Kassite spoils of war,

Khumbaba’s crown of gold, and blazing gems,

The richest of the Kassite diadems,

The royal scepter of all Subartu,

Of Larsa, Ur, Kardunia and Sutu

The Sar upon his brow the crown now bound,

Receives the scepter while his courts resound

With shouts for Sar-dan-nu of Subartu,

The Sar of Kip-rat arba 1 and Sutu,

Of Sumir, Accad, Nipur, Bar-ili, 2

And Erech, Larsa, Mairu, and Kus-si,

Of Mal-al-nak, Kitu;–the sky resounds–

For Iz-zu-bar-ili (Gilgamesh), 3 from earth rebounds;

For Nam-mu-rabi (Hammurabi), Bar-bels king of fire.

What king to his great glory can aspire?

The Zig-gur-at-u to the skies

His hands have built, where holy fires

To Samas burn; its flame ne’er dies,

To holiness lead man’s desires.

He opens wide the fiery gates

Of all the gods at Dintir old,

Ka-ding-ir-a(unknown?). 4 This day completes

His grandeur–may it far be told

Of our great Sar whose godly gate

Wide opens Heaven’s joy for man,

Of Iz-zu-bar-ili the great,

Who rules from Khar-sak to the main.

Within the entrance to the royal rooms,

Queen Ishtar with her train in splendor comes,

Her radiant form with glistening gems ablaze,

And shining crescent with its glorious rays,

Glow with bright Heaven’s unremitting flame;

Thus came the Queen of Love of godly fame.

The richest robe of gods her form enshrines,

With every charm of Heaven and earth she shines;

of their wide splendors robs the farthest skies,

That she with love her hero may surprise.

Her train she robes with liveries of Heaven,

To her are all the dazzling splendors given.

The glittering court is filled with chiefs and seers,

When Ishtar at the entrance now appears,

The Ner-kalli (unknown?), 5 her heralds at the door,

As some grand sovereign from a foreign shore,

The goddess proudly enters with her train,

The spirits of the earth, and tossing main,

From mountains, rivers, woods, and running streams;

And every spirit where the sunlight gleams,

Now fill the courts and palaces and halls,

And thousands glowing bright surround the walls;

Each wafting wind brings I-gi-gi (Anunnaki in orbit of Earth) 6 that soar

Above An-un-na-ci (Anunnaki giant godsfrom Nibiru) from every shore,

And herald Ishtar’s presence, Queen of Love,

With music through the halls, around, above.

From lyres and lutes their softest wooings bring,

As Ishtar bows before her lover king.

A halo from the goddess fills the halls,

And shines upon the dazzling jeweled walls.

The Sar and seers in wonder were amazed

At the sweet strains, and glorious light that blazed;

Transfixed in silence stood, as she now spoke,

And sweeter music through the palace woke.

Like fragrant zephyrs, warbling from retreats

Of gardens of the gods, she thus entreats

From Izdubar her welcome, or a glance

Of love; and she the Sar would thus entrance:

“Thy wisdom, Sar, surpasses all mankind,

In thee, O king! no blemish do I find.

The Queen of Heaven favor seeks from thee,

I come with love, and prostrate bend the knee.

My follies past, I hope thou wilt forgive,

Alone I love thee, with thee move and live;

My heart’s affections to thee, me have led,

To woo thee to thine Ishtar’s marriage bed.

O kiss me, my beloved! I adore

Thee! Hear me! I renounce the godly shore

With all its hollow splendor where as queen

I o’er the heavenly hosts, unrivaled reign

In grandest glory on my shining throne;

And yet for thee my heart here pines alone,

I cannot live without my Izdubar!

My husband’s love and simple word shall far

Surpass the godly bond. O let me, king,

Rest on thy breast, and happiness will cling

To all the blissful days which shall be thine.

With glory of the skies, my love shall shine.

O Izdubar, my king! this love below

Is grander here than mortals e’er can know,

For this I leave my throne in yonder skies,

And at the feet of love thy queen now lies.

Oh, let me taste with thee the sweets of love,

And I my love for thee will grandly prove,

And thou shalt ride upon a diamond car,

Lined with pure gold; and jeweled horns of war

Shall stud it round like rays of Samas‘ fire.

Rich gifts whate’er my lover shall desire,

Thy word shall bring to thee, my Sar-dan-nu (Sadarnunna)!

Lo! all the wealth that gods above can view,

I bring to thee with its exhaustless store.

Oh, come my love! within the halls, where more

Than I have named is found, all, all is thine;

Oh, come with me within our halls divine!

Amid the fragrant odors of the pines,

And all shrubs and flowers, vines,

Euphrates’ zir-ri there shall sing for thee,

And dance around thy feet with zi-mu-ri 7

And kings and lords and princes I will bring

To bow to thee, beloved, glorious king!

With tribute from the mountains and the plains,

As offerings to thee. Thy flocks shall twins

Bring forth; and herds of fattened, lowing kine

Shall fast increase upon the plains divine.

Thy warrior steeds shall prance with flowing manes,

Resistless with thy chariot on the plain.

Vast spoils, thy beasts of burden far shall bear,

Unrivaled then shall be my king of war;

And victory o’er all, thine eyes shall view,

And loud acclaims shall rend the bright Samu.

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Footnotes

78:1 “Kip-rat arba,” the four races or regions.

78:2 “Bar-ili,” from “bar” gate, and “ili,” of the gods–Babel, bab–originates from the Accadian word “bar,” Semitic “bab;” thus Babel was originally called “bar-ili.” See Taylor and Furst. The latter renders it “Bar-(bir-) Bel,” “town of Belus.”

78:3 “Izzu-bar-ili” we believe to be the original name of Izdubar, afterward shortened to Izdubar, and means literally the fire-king of “bar-ili,” or the “fire-king of the gate of the gods.” This identifies him with Nimrod, the founder of Par-bet or Babylon.

78:4 Ka-ding-ir-a (Ace.), “gate of God”–Pinches.

79:5 “Ner-kalli,” or “Ner-ekalli,” chief of the palace.

79:6 “I-gi-gi“, pronounced “e-gee-gee,” spirits of heaven. (Anunnaki in orbit)

80:7 “Zi-mu-ri,” spirits of the light.

 

COLUMN II

THE KING’S ANSWER AND ISHTAR‘S RAGE

Amazed the sovereign sat upon his throne;

And while she wooed, his heart was turned to stone;

In scorn replied:

“Rise Ishtar, Heaven’s high queen,

Though all thy wealth, possessions I had seen

Now piled before me, all in gems and gold,

Of all the wealth of Heaven there heaped of old,

I nakedness and famine would prefer

To all the wealth divine thou canst confer.

What carest thou for earthly royalty?

The cup of poison shall thy lovers see.

Thou sawest me within a haunt away

From men. I lingered on that direful day,

And took thee for a beauteous zi-re-mu 1

Or zi-ar-i-a or a zi-lit-tu, 2

And thou didst cause to enter love divine.

As zi-cur-un-i (unidentified?), spirit of the wine,

Thou didst deceive me with thine arts refined,

And love escaped upon the passing wind.

Then to my palace come, and me there seek;

Didst place thy mouth upon my lips, and wake

Within my breast a dream of love and fire,

Till I awoke and checked thy wild desire;

Thou earnest with the form of spirits fair,

Didst hover o’er me in my chamber there.

Thy godly fragrance from the skies above,

A sign did carry of the Queen of Love:

I wokee and thou didst vanish, then didst stand

As mine own servant in my palace grand.

Then as a skulking foe, a mystic spell

Didst weave, and scorch me with the fires of hell

While I was wrapped in sleep. Again I woke,

I saw around me dal-khi, sulphurous smoke,

Which thou didst send around my royal bed;

And I believed that I was with the dead,

With dal-khi gloating over me in hell.

My su-khu-li then sought thy presence fell.

Forever may thy wooing cease! for love

Hath fled, may godly praises never move

Upon the lips of holy gods, or men,–

Of thee, the god of Love ne’er speak again!

I loved thee once; with love my heart inflamed

Once sought thee, but my troubles I have blamed

Upon thee, for the dreams which thou didst send.

Go! rest thy heart; and to thy pleasures wend!

For Tammuz (Dumuzi) of thy youth thy heart once wailed,

For years his weary form thy love assailed;

Allala (unidentified?) next, the eagle, lovest, tore

His wings. No longer could he joyful soar

And float above the forest to the sky.

Thou leavest him with fluttering wings to die.

A lusty lion thou didst love, his might

Destroyed, and plucked his claws in fierce delight,

By sevens plucked, nor heard his piteous cry.

A glorious war-steed next thy love didst try,

Who yielded to thee, till his strength was gone:

For seven kaspu 3 thou didst ride upon

Him without ceasing, gave no food nor drink,

Till he beneath thee to the earth did sink,

And to his mistress, Sil-i-li (unidentified?), the steed

Returned with broken spirit, drooping head.

Thou lovest Tabulu (unidentified?), the shepherd king,

And from his love continuous didst wring

Sem-uk-ki (unidentified?), 4 till he to appease thy love,

The mighty gods of heaven then sought to move

To pity with his daily offerings.

Beneath thy wand upon the ground he springs,

Transformed to a hyena; then was driven

From his own city–by his dogs was riven.

Next Is-ul-lan-u (unidentified?) lov’st, uncouth, and rude,

Thy father’s laborer, who subject stood

To thee, and daily scoured thy vessels bright:

His eyes from him were torn, before thy sight.

And chained before thee, there thy lover stood,

With deadly poison placed within his food.

Thou sayst:

“O Isullanu (unidentified?), stretch thy hand!

The food partake, that doth before thee stand!

Then with thy hand didst offer him the food.

He said: ‘What askest thou? It is not good!

I will not eat the poison thus prepared.’

Thy godly wand him from thy presence cleared,

Transformed him to a pillar far away.

And for my love Queen Ishtar comes this day?

As thou hast done with others, would thy love

Return to me, thine actions all doth prove.”

The queen in fury from his presence turned,

In speechless rage the palace halls she spurned;

And proudly from the earth swept to the skies;

Her godly train in terror quickly flies.

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Footnotes

81:1 “Zi-re-mu,” spirit of mercy or grace.

81:2 “Zi-lit-tu,” spirit of the mist.

82:3 “Seven kaspu,” fourteen hours; each kaspu was two hours.

82:4 “Sem-uk-ki” translated by Sayce “stibium,” antimony; by Talbot, “lütarish semukki,” thou who didst make evil with thy drugs.’–“Trans. Soc. Bib. Arch., Sayce’s edition “C. A. G.” p. 229.

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COLUMN III

ISHTAR COMPLAINS TO ANU, KING OF HEAVEN, WHO CREATES A WINGED BULL (Bull of Heaven) TO DESTROY ISHTAR

Before the throne of Arm, Ishtar cries,

And Anatu (Antu?), the sovereigns of the skies:

“O Sar, this king my beauty doth despise,

My sweetest charms beholds not with his eyes.”

And Anu to his daughter thus replied:

“My daughter, thou must crush his vaunting pride,

And he will claim thy beauty and thy charms,

And gladly lie within thy glorious arms.”

“I hate him now, O Sar, as I did love!

Against the strength of Anu let him prove

His right divine to rule without our aid,

Before the strength of Ann (Anu) let him bleed.

Upon this giant Sar so filled with pride,

Let Ann ‘s winged bull 1 in fury ride,

And I will aid the beast to strike him prone,

Till he in death shall breathe his dying groan.”

And Ann (Anu) said: “If thou to it shall join

Thy strength, which all thy noble names define

Thy glories 2 and thy power thus magnified,

Will humble him, who has thy power defied.”

And Ishtar thus: “By all my might as queen

Of war and battles, where I proudly reign,

This Sar my hands shall strike upon the plain,

And end his strength and all his boastings vain.

By all the noble names with gods I hold

As queen of war, this giant monarch bold,

Who o’er mine ancient city thinks to reign,

Shall lie for birds of prey upon the plain.

For answering my love for thee with scorn,

Proud monarch! from thy throne thou shalt be torn!”

For Ishtar, Anu from the clouds creates

A shining monster with thick brazen plates

And horns of adamant; 3 and now it flies

Toward the palace, roaring from the skies.

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Footnotes

84:1 “Anu‘s winged bull,” Taurus, constellation of the heavens.

84:2 “Glories” (“maskhi”). This word is not translated by Mr. Sayce.

84:3 “Horns of adamant.” Sayce translates in l. 22, Col. v., horns of crystal–“thirty manehs of crystal,” etc. The caning probably of “zamat stone,” as given by Smith, was a hard substance, such as the diamond or adamant. By some translators it has been rendered onyx, and others lazuli.

 

COLUMN IV

THE FIGHT WITH THE WINGED BULL OF ANU

The gods appear above to watch the fight,

And Erech‘s masari rush in affright

To Izdubar, who sits upon his throne,

Before him fall in speechless terror prone.

A louder roar now echoes from the skies,

And Erech‘s Sar without the palace flies.

He sees the monster light upon the plain,

And calls Heabani with the choicest men

Of Erech‘s spearsmen armed, who fall in line

Without the gates, led by their Sar divine.

And now the monster rushed on Izdubar,

Who meets it as the god of chase and war.

With whirling sword before the monster’s face,

He rains his blows upon its front of brass

And horns, and drives it from him o’er the plain,

And now with spreading wings it comes again,

With maddened fury; fierce its eyeballs glare.

It rides upon the monarch’s pointed spear;

The scales the point have turned, and broke the haft.

Then as a pouncing hawk when sailing daft,

In swiftest flight o’er him drops from the skies,

But from the gleaming sword it quickly flies.

Three hundred warriors now nearer drew

To the fierce monster, which toward them flew;

Into their midst the monster furious rushed,

And through their solid ranks resistless pushed

To stay Heabani, onward fought and broke

Two lines and through the third, which met the shock

With ringing swords upon his horns and scales.

At last the seer it reaches, him impales

With its sharp horns: but valiant is the seer–

He grasps its crest and fights without a fear.

The monster from his sword now turns to fly;

Heabani grasps its tail, and turns his eye

Towards his king, while scudding o’er the plain.

So quickly has it rushed and fled amain,

That Izdubar its fury could not meet,

But after it be sprang with nimble feet.

Heabani loosed his grasp and stumbling falls,

And to his king approaching, thus he calls:

“My friend, our strongest men are overthrown:

But see! he comes! such strength was never known.

With all my might I held him, but he fled!

We both it can destroy! Strike at its head!

Like Rimmon (Adad) now he flies upon the air,

As sceptered Nebo (Nabu), 1 he his horns doth bear,

That flash with fire along the roaring skies,

2 Around the Sar and seer he furious flies.

Heabani grasps the plunging horns, nor breaks

His grasp; in vain the monster plunging shakes

His head, and roaring, upward furious rears.

Heabani’s strength the mighty monster fears;

He holds it in his iron grasp, and cries:

“Quick! strike!” Beneath the blows the monster dies;

And Izdubar now turned his furious face

Toward the gods, and on the beast doth place

His foot; he raised his gory sword on high,

And sent his shout defiant to the sky:

“‘Tis thus, ye foes divine! the Sar proclaims

His war against your power, and highest names!

Hurl! hurl! your darts of fire, ye vile kal-bi! 3

My challenge hear! ye cravens of the sky!”

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Footnotes

86:1 “Nebo,” (Nabu, Marduk‘s son) the holder of the scepter of power; also the god of prophecy.

86:2 “Around” (“tarka”), or it may mean “between.”

86:3 “Kal-bi,” dogs.

 

COLUMN V

THE CURSE OF ISHTAR, AND REJOICING OF ERECH OVER THE VICTORY

The monarch and his seer have cleft the head

From Anu‘s bull prone lying on the mead.

They now command to bring it from the plain

Within the city where they view the slain.

The heart they brought to Samas‘ holy shrine,

Before him laid the offering divine.

Without the temple’s doors the monster lays,

And Ishtar o’er the towers the bulk surveys;

She spurns the carcass, cursing thus, she cries:

“Woe! woe to Izdubar, who me defies!

My power has overthrown, my champion slain;

Accursèd Sar! most impious of men!”

Heabani heard the cursing of the Queen,

And from the carcass cleft the tail in twain,

Before her laid it; to the goddess said:

“And wherefore comest thou with naught to dread?

Since I with Izdubar have conquered thee,

Thou hearest me! Before thee also see

Thine armored champion’s scales! thy beast is dead,”

And Ishtar from his presence furious fled,

And to her maids the goddess loudly calls

Joy and Seduction from the palace halls;

And o’er her champion’s death she mourning cries,

And flying with her maids, sped to the skies.

King Izdubar his summons sends afar

To view the monster slain by Erech‘s Sar.

The young and old the carcass far surround,

And view its mighty bulk upon the ground.

The young men eye its horns with wild delight,

And weigh -them on the public scales in sight

Of Erech. “Thirty manehs weighs!” they cry;

“Of purest zamat stone, seems to the eye

In substance, with extremities defaced.”

Six gurri weighed the monster’s bulk undressed.

As food for Lugul-turda (unidentified?), their Sar’s god,

The beast is severed, placed upon the wood.

Piled high upon the altar o’er the fires.

Then to Euphrates’ waters each retires

To cleanse themselves for Erech‘s grand parade,

As Izdubar by proclamation bade.

Upon their steeds of war with Izdubar

The chiefs and warriors extend afar

With chariots, and waving banners, spears,

And Erech rings with their triumphant cheers.

Before the chariot of their great ar,

Who with his seer rides in his brazen car,

The seers a proclamation loud proclaim

And cheer their Sar and seer; and laud the name

Of their great monarch, chanting thus his praise,

While Erech’s band their liveliest marches play:

“If anyone to glory can lay claim

Among all chiefs and warriors of fame,

We Izdubar above them all proclaim

Our Izzu-Ul-bar 1 of undying fame.

Sar gabri la isu,

Sar-dannu bu-mas-lu! 2

He wears the diadem of Subartu,

From Bar-ili 3 he came to Eridu;

Our giant monarch, who of all barri 4

Can rival him, our Nin-arad rabi (Hammurabi)? 5

 

Sar-dannu ina mati basi,

Sar bu-mas-la e-mu-ki, nesi. 6

Through the grand halls of Erech far resounds

The feast their Sar proclaimed through all the grounds

Of Erech‘s palaces; where he now meets

His heroes, seers and counselors, and greets

Them in his crowded festal halls.

Grand banquets far are spread within the walls,

And sparkling rarest wines each freely drank,

And revels ruled the hour till Samas (Utu / Shamash) sank,

And shadows sweep across the joyous plain,

And Samas sleeps with Hea (Enki) ‘neath the main.

The jeweled lamps are lit within the halls,

And dazzling glory on the feasters falls.

The rays o’er gems and richest garments shone

Upon the lords and ladies round the throne;

While troops of dancing girls around them move

With cymbals, harps and lutes, with songs of love.

Again the board glows with rich food and wines,

Now spread before them till each man reclines

Upon his couch at rest in the far night,

And swimming halls and wines pass from their sight.

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Footnotes

88:1 “Izzu-Ul-bar,” the fire of Bel‘s (Enlil) temple.

88:2 “The King who has no rival. The powerful giant King.” The royal titles of Izdubar.

88:3 “Bar-ili,” temple, or country of the gods.

88:4 “Barri,” chieftains, army, soldiers.

88:5 “Nin-aradrabi,” “the servant of Nin (Ninurta), the King.”

88:6 “Who is the great king (in the land) of all countries, the powerful giant king, the lion!” The royal titles of Izdubar.

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COLUMN VI

INANNA WEAVES A MYSTIC SPELL OVER THE KING AND SEER, AND VANISHES–THE SEER ADVISES THE KING TO SEEK THE AID OF THE IMMORTAL SEER WHO ESCAPES FROM THE FLOOD.

The goddess Ishtar wrapped in darkness waits

Until the goddess Tsil-at-tu (unidentified?) 1 the gates

Of sleep has closed upon the darkened plain;

Then lightly to the palace flies the Queen.

O’er the King’s couch she weaves an awful dream,

While her bright eyes upon him furious gleam.

Then o’er Heabani’s couch a moment stands,

And Heaven’s curtains pulls aside with hands

Of mystic power, and he a vision sees–

The gods in council;–vanishing, she flees

Without the palace like a gleam of light,

And wakes the guard around in wild affright.

Next day the seer reveals to Izdubar

How all the gods a council held of war,

And gave to Anu power to punish them

For thus defying Ishtar‘s godly claim;

And thus the seer gave him his counsel, well

Considered, how to meet their plottings fell:

“To Khasisadra (Noah) go, who from the flood

Escaped when o’er the earth the waters stood

Above mankind, and covered all the ground;

He at the river’s mouth may yet be found.

For his great aid, we now the seer must seek,

For Anu‘s fury will upon us break.

Immortal lives the seer beside the sea;

Through Hades (Nergal‘s Under World) pass, and soon the seer mayst see.”

Thus Izdubar replied, and him embraced:

With thee, Heabani, I my throne have graced;

With thee I go, mine own companion dear,

And on the road each other we may cheer.”

“The way is long, my King, and if I live,

With thee I go, but oh, thou must not grieve,

For perils great attend the way, and old

Am I: the suppleness of youth to hold

My strength I need, but it alas! is gone.

My heart is ready, but I fear, my son,

These crippled limbs which Anu‘s bull hath left

Of my strong vigor have thy seer bereft.

Too weak am I, for that long journey hard

To undertake; my Presence would retard

Thee,–with these wounds; nor strength have I to last

To guard my body in the mountain fast.

But if thou wilt, my strength is thine, my King!

To do thy will my agèd form shall spring

With gladness, and all perils I’ll defy;

If need be, for thee will thy servant die.”

“Heabani, noble one! my chosen seer!

I love thee, bid thy loyal heart good cheer.

He steeds may take to ride through all the way,

With easy journeys on the road each day;

From perils I will guard thee, and defend;

To-morrow then we on our way will wend.”

Equipped for the long journey they appear

Next morn and leave, while Erech’s people cheer

Them on their way across the glowing plain,

To perils dire they go–distress and pain.

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Footnotes

89:1 “Tsil-at-tu,” goddess of darkness, or shades of night.

 

TABLET VI–COLUMN I

ISHTAR‘S DESCENT TO HADES–HER FEARFUL RECEPTION

To Hades‘ darkened land, whence none return,

Queen Ishtar (Inanna), Sin’s (Nannar’s) great daughter, now doth turn;

Inclined her ear and listened through the void

That lay beneath of every path devoid,

The home of darkness, of the Under-World,

Where god Ir-kal-la (Nergal)1 from the heights was hurled.

The land and road from whence is no return,

Where light no entrance hath to that dark borne;

Where dust to dust returns, devouring clods;

Where light dwells not in Tsil-lat-tus (ziggurat?) abodes;

Where sable ravens hovering rule the air;

O’er doors and bolts dust reigneth with despair.

Before the gates of gloom the Queen now stands,

And to the keeper Ishtar thus commands:

“O keeper of the waters! open wide

Thy gate, that I through these dark walls may glide;

But if thou open’st not the gate for me,

That I may enter, shattered thou shalt see

The doors and bolts before thee lying prone,

And from the dust shall rise each skeleton,

With fleshless jaws devour all men with thee,

Till death shall triumph o’er mortality.”

The keeper to the Princess Ishtar said:

“Withhold thy speech! or Allat’s (Ereshkigal) fury dread!

To her I go to bid thee welcome here.”

To Allat then the keeper doth appear:

“Thy sister Ishtar the dark waters seeks–

The Queen of Heaven,” thus Allat’s (Ereshkigal) fury breaks.

“So like an herb uprooted comes this Queen,

To sting me as an asp doth Ishtar mean?

What can her presence bring to me but hate?

Doth Heaven’s Queen thus come infuriate?”

And Ishtar thus replies: “The fount I seek,

Where I with Tammuz (Dummuzi), my first love, may speak;

And drink its waters, as sweet nectar-wines,

Weep o’er my husband, who in death reclines;

My loss as wife with handmaids I deplore,

O’er my dear Tammuz let my teardrops pour.”

And Allat said, “Go! keeper, open wide

The gates to her! she hath me once defied;

Bewitch her as commanded by our laws.”

To her thus Hades (Ereshkigal & Nergal‘s Under World) opened wide its jaws.

“Within, O goddess! Cutha (unidentified?) thee receives!

Thus Hades‘ palace its first greeting gives.”

He seized her, and her crown aside was thrown.

         “O why, thou keeper, dost thou seize my crown?

“Within, O goddess! Allat (Ereshkigal) thee receives!

‘Tis thus to thee our Queen her welcome gives.”

Within the next gate he her earrings takes,

And goddess Ishtar now with fury shakes,

“Then why, thou slave, mine earrings take away?”

“Thus entrance, goddess, Allat bids this day.”

At the third gate her necklace next he takes,

And now in fear before him Ishtar quakes.

“And wilt thou take from me my gems away?”

“Thus entrance, goddess, Allat bids this day.”

And thus he strips the goddess at each gate,

Of ornaments upon her breast and feet

And arms; her bracelets, girdle from her waist,

Her robe next took, and flung the Queen undrest

Within a cell of that dark solitude.

At last, before Queen Ishtar Allat stood,

When she had long remained within the walls

And Allat mocked her till Queen Ishtar falls

Humiliated on the floor in woe;

Then turning wildly, cursed her ancient foe.

Queen Allat furious to her servant cries:

“Go! Naintar (Namtar)! with disease strike blind her eyes!

And strike her side! her breast and head and feet;

With foul disease her strike, within the gate!”

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Footnotes

91:1 “Ir-kal-la,” the King of Hades, who was hurled front the heights of heaven with the evil gods who rebelled with Tiamatu (unidentified), the goddess of chaos, against the reign of the gods of heaven.

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COLUMN II

EFFECT OF ISHTAR‘S IMPRISONMENT IN HADES–LOVE DEPARTS FROM THE EARTH–THE EARTH’S SOLEMN DIRGE OF WOE.

When Ishtar, Queen of Love, from Earth had flown,

With her love fled, and left all nature prone;

From Earth all peace with love then fled amain.

In loneliness the bull stalked o’er the plain,

And tossed his drooping crest toward the sky,

In sadness lay upon the green to die;

On the far kine looked weary and bereaved,

And turned toward the gods, and wondering grieved.

The troubled kine then gravely chewed their cud,

And hungerless in the rich pastures stood.

The ass his mate abandoned, fled away,

And loveless wives then cursed the direful day;

And loving husbands kiss their wives no more,

And doves their cooing ceased, and separate soar;

And love then died in. all the breasts of men,

And strife supreme on earth was reveling then.

The sexes of mankind their wars divide,

And women hate all men, and them deride;

And some demented hurl aside their gowns,

And queens their robes discard and jeweled crowns,

And rush upon the streets bereft of shame,

Their forms expose, and all the gods defame.

“Alas! from earth the Queen of Love has gone,

And lovers ‘void their haunts with faces wan

And spurn from them the hateful thoughts of love,

For love no longer reigns, all life to move.

An awful thrill now speeds through Hades (Nergal‘s Under World)‘ doors,

And shakes with horror all the dismal floors;

A wail upon the breeze through space doth fly,

And howling gales sweep madly through the sky;

Through all the universe there speeds a pang

Of travail. Mam-nu-tu (unidentified?) 1 appalled doth hang

Upon her blackened pinions in the air

And piteous from her path leads Black Despair,

“The queen in chains in Hades dying lies,

And life with her,” they cry, “forever dies!”

Through misty glades and darkened depths of space,

Tornadoes roar her fate to Earth’s sweet face;

The direful tidings from far Hades pour

Upon her bosom with their saddest roar;

Like moans of mighty powers in misery,

They bring the tale with awful minstrelsy.

And Earth her mists wrapped round her face in woe,

While icy pangs through all her breast deep flow.

Her bosom sobbing wails a mighty moan,

“Alas! for-ever my sweet queen hath flown!”

With shrieks of hurricane, and ocean’s groan,

And sobbing of the winds through heights unknown,

Through mountain gorges sweep her wails of woe,

Through every land and seas, her sorrows flow:

Oh, moan! oh, moan! dear mountains, lakes, and seas!

Oh, weep with me dear plants, and flowers, and trees!

Alas! my beauty fading now will die!

Oh, weep, ye stars, for me in every sky!

Oh, Samas (Shamash / Utu), hide thy face! I am undone!

Oh, weep with me Ur-ru (Nannar), 2 my precious son.

Let all your notes of joy, my birds, be stilled;

Your mother’s heart with dread despair is filled:

Come back, my flowerets, with your fragrant dews;

Come, all my beauties, with your brightest hues;

Come back, my plants and buds and youngling shoots!

Within your mother’s bosom hide your roots.

Oh, children, children! Love hath fled away,

Alas! that life I gave should see this day!

Your queen lies dying in her awful woe,

Oh, why should she from us to Hades go?”

Wide Nature felt her woe, and ceased to spring,

And withered buds their vigor lost, and fling

No more their fragrance to the lifeless air;

The fruit-trees died, or barren ceased to bear;

The male plants kiss their female plants no more;

And pollen on the winds no longer soar

To carry their caresses to the seed

Of waiting hearts that unavailing bleed,

Until they fold their petals in despair,

And dying, drop to earth, and wither there.

The growing grain no longer fills its head,

The fairest fields of corn lie blasted, dead.

All Nature mourning dons her sad attire,

And plants and trees with falling leaves expire.

And Samas‘ light and moon-god’s soothing rays

Earth’s love no more attracts; recurring days

Are shortened by a blackness deep profound

That rises higher as the days come round.

At last their light flees from the darkened skies,

The last faint gleam now passes, slowly dies.

Upon a blasted world, dread darkness falls,

O’er dying nature, crumbling cities’ walls.

Volcanoes’ fires are now the only light,

Where pale-faced men collect around in fright;

With fearful cries the lurid air they rend,

To all the gods their wild petitions send.

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Footnotes

93:1 “Mam-nu-tu,” goddess of fate.

94:2 “Ur-ru,” the moon-god (Nannar / Sin).

 

COLUMN III

PAPSUKUL (Nannar‘s son), THE GOD OF HOPE, AND HERALD OF THE GODS, FLIES FROM THE EARTH AND INTERCEDES FOR THE RELEASE OF ISHTAR, AND HEA GRANTS HIS PRAYER

O Hope! thou fleeting pleasure of the mind,

Forever with us stay, our hearts to bind!

We cling to thee till life has fled away;

Our dearest phantom, ever with us stay!

Without thee, we have naught but dread despair,

The worst of all our torments with us here;

Oh, come with thy soft pinions, o’er us shine!

And we will worship thee, a god divine:

The ignis fatuus of all our skies

That grandly leads us, vanishes and dies,

And we are left to grope in darkness here,

Without a ray of light our lives to cheer.

Oh, stay! sweet Love’s companion, ever stay!

And let us hope with love upon our way!

We reck not if a phantom thou hast been,

And we repent that we have ever seen

Thy light on earth to lead us far astray;

Forever stay! or ever keep away!

When Papsukul (Nannar‘s son) beheld in man’s abodes

The change that spread o’er blasted, lifeless clods,

And heard earth’s wailing through the waning light,

With vegetation passing out of sight,

From the doomed world to Heaven he quickly flies,

While from the earth are rising fearful cries.

To Samas‘ throne he speeds with flowing tears,

And of the future dark he pours his fears.

To Sin, the moon-god, Pap-su-kul now cries

O’er (his sister) Ishtar‘s fate, who in black Hades lies;

O’er Earth’s dire end, which with Queen Ishtar dies;

To Hea he appeals with mournful cries:

“O Hea (Enki), our Creator, God and King!

Queen Ishtar now is lying prone.

To Earth, our godly queen again, oh, bring!

I trust thy love, O Holy One!

To all the gods who reign o’er us on high

I pray! thus Hope thine aid implores,

Release our queen! To Hades quickly fly!

Thy Pap-su-kul with faith adores.

“The bull hath left the lowing kine bereaved,

And sulking dies in solitude;

The ass hath fled away, his mates bath grieved,

And women are no more imbued

With love, and drive their husbands far away,

And wives enjoy not their caress;

All peace and love have gone from earth this day,

And love on earth knows not its bliss.

The females die through all the living world,

Among all beasts, and men, and plants;

All love from them on earth have madly hurled,

For blissful love no more each pants;

And Samas‘ light is turned away from Earth,

And left alone volcanoes’ fire;

The land is filled with pestilence and dearth,

All life on earth will soon expire.”

When Hea heard the solemn chant of Hope,

From his high throne he let his scepter drop,

And cried: “And thus, I rule o’er all mankind!

For this, I gave them life, immortal mind;

To earth’s relief, my herald shall quick go,

I hear thy prayer, and song of Ishtar‘s woe.”

“Go! At-su-su-namir (unidentified?), with thy bright head!

With all thy light spring forth! and quickly speed;

Towards the gates of Hades, turn thy face!

And quickly fly for me through yonder space.

Before thy presence may the seven gates

Of Hades open with their gloomy grates;

May Allat’s (Ereshkigal) face rejoice before thy sight,

Her rage be soothed, her heart filled with delight;

But conjure her by all the godly names,

And fearless be,–towards the roaring streams

Incline thine ear, and seek the path there spread.

Release Queen Ishtar! raise her godly head!

And sprinkle her with water from the stream;

Her purify! a cup filled to the brim

Place to her lips that she may drink it all.

The herald as a meteor doth fall,

With blazing fire disparts the hanging gloom

Around the gates of that dark world of doom.

 

COLUMN IV

RELEASE OF ISHTAR–HER ATTEMPTS TO BRING TO LIFE TAMMUZ, HER FIRST LOVER (spouse)

When Allat (Ereshkigal) saw the flaming herald come,

And his bright light dispelling all her gloom,

She beat her breast; and at him furious foams

In rage, and stamping shakes all Hades’ domes,

Thus cursed the herald, At-su-su-namir (unidentified?):

“Away! thou herald! or I’ll chain thee here

In my dark vaults, and throw thee for thy food

The city’s garbage, which has stagnant stood,

With impure waters for thy daily drink,

And lodge thee in my prison till you sink

From life impaled in yonder dismal room

Of torture; to thy fate so thou hast come?

Thine offspring with starvation I will strike!”

At last obedient doth Allat speak:

“Go, Namtar (Ereshkigal‘s son)! and the iron palace strike!

O’er Asherim1 adorned let the dawn break!

And seat the spirits on their thrones of gold!

Let Ishtar Life’s bright waters then behold,

And drink her fill, and bring her then to me;

From her imprisonment, I send her free.”

And Namtar then goes through the palace walls,

And flings the light through all the darkened halls,

And places all the spirits on their thrones,

Leads Ishtar to the waters near the cones 1.

She drinks the sparkling water now with joy,

Which all her form doth cleanse and purify.

And he at the first gate her robe returns,

And leads her through the second; where he turns,

And gives her bracelets back;–thus at each door

Returns to her her girdle, gems; then o’er

Her queenly brow he placed her shining crown.

With all her ornaments that were her own,

She stands with pride before the seventh gate,

And Namtar bows to her in solemn state:

“Thou hast no ransom to our queen here paid

For thy deliverance, yet thou hast said

Thy Tammuz (Dumuzi) thou didst seek within our walls,

Turn back! and thou wilt find him in these halls.

To bring him back to life the waters pour

Upon him; they thy Tammuz will restore;

With robes thou mayst adorn him and a crown

Of jewels, and thy maid with thee alone

Shall give thee comfort and appease thy grief.

Kharimtu, Samkha (unidentified?) come to thy relief!”

Now Ishtar lifts her eyes within a room

Prepared for her, and sees her maidens come,

Before a weird procession wrapped in palls,

That soundless glide within and fills the halls.

Before her now they place a sable bier

Beside the fount-, and Ishtar, drawing near,

Raised the white pall from Tammuz‘s perfect form.

The clay unconscious, had that mystic charm

Of Beauty sleeping sweetly on his face,–

Of agony or sorrow left no trace:

But, oh! that awful wound of death was there

With its deep mark;–the wound, and not the scar.

When Ishtar‘s eyes beheld it, all her grief

Broke forth afresh, refusing all relief;

She smote her breast in woe, and moaning cried,

Nor the bright waters to his wound applied:

“O Tammuz! Tammuz (Dumuzi)! turn thine eyes on me!

Thy queen thou didst adorn, before thee see!

Behold the emeralds and diamond crown

Thou gavest me when I became thine own!

Alas! he answers not; and must I mourn

Forever o’er my love within this borne?

But, oh! the waters from this glowing stream!

Perhaps those eyes on me with love will beam,

And I shall hear again his song of love.

Oh, quickly let these waters to me prove

Their claim to banish death with magic power!”

Then with her maids, she o’er his form doth pour

The sparkling drops of life-

“He moves! he lives!

What happiness is this my heart receives?

O come, my Tammuz! to my loving arms!”

And on breast his breathing form she warms;

With wondering eyes he stares upon his queen,

And nestling closed his eyes in bliss again.

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Footnotes

98:1 “Asherim,” literally “stone stakes” or “cones,” the symbols of the goddess Asherah or Ishtar (Sayce), but Calmet says that the god Ashima is a deity of very uncertain origin, and that the name “Ashima” may very well compared with the Persian “asuman” (“heaven“); in “Zend,” “acmano,” so Gesonius in his Man. Lex., 1832. This also, according to the magi, is the name of the angel of death, who separates the souls of men from their bodies, Cal. Dic. p. 106. Cones are to be seen in the British Museum which are probably of the character which represented Elah-Gabalah, the sun-god, adored in Rome during the reign of Heliogabalus. The symbol and worship came from Hamath in Syria.

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COLUMN V

TAMMUZ IS RESTORED TO LIFE BY THE WATERS OF LIFE–HIS SONG OF LOVE

The nectared cup the queen placed to his lips,

And o’er his heaving breast the nectar drips,

And now his arms are folded round his queen,

And her fond kisses he returns again;

And see! they bring to him his harp of gold,

And from its strings, sweet music as of old

His skilful hands wake through the sounding domes;

Oh, how his Song of Love wakes those dark rooms!

“My Queen of Love comes to my arms!

Her faithful eyes have sought for me,

My Love comes to me with her charms;

Let all the world now happy be!

My queen has come again!

Forever, dearest, let me rest

Upon the bosom of my queen!

Thy lips of love are honeyed best;

Come! let us fly to bowering green!

To our sweet bower again.

O Love on Earth! O Love in Heaven!

That dearest gift which gods have given,

Through all my soul let it be driven,

And make my heart its dearest haven,

For Love returns the kiss!

Oh! let me pillow there within

Thy breast, and, oh, so sweetly rest,

My life anew shall there begin;

On thy sweet charms, oh, let me feast!

Life knows no sweeter bliss.

Oh, let me feast upon thy lips,

As honey-bird the nectar sips,

And drink new rapture through my lips,

As honey-bee its head thus drips

In nectarine abyss!

O Love, sweet queen I my heart is thine!

My Life I clasp within mine arms!

My fondest charmer, queen divine!

My soul surrenders to thy charms,

In bliss would fly away.

No dearer joy than this I want;

If love is banished from that life

There bodyless, my soul would pant,

And pine away in hopeless grief,

If love be fled away.

If Love should bide and fold her wings

In bowers of yonder gleaming skies,

Unmeaning then each bard oft sings

Of bliss that lives on earth and dies,–

I want such love as this.

I want thy form, thy loving breast,

Mine arms of love surrounding thee,

And on thy bosom sweetly rest,

Or else that world were dead to me.

No other life is bliss.

If it is thus, my queen, I go

With joy to yonder blissful clime;

But if not so, then let me flow

To soil and streams through changing time,

To me would be more bliss.

For then, in blooming flowerets, I

Could earth adorn, my soul delight,

And never thus on earth could die;

For though I should be hid from sight,

Would spring again with joy!

And sing as some sweet warbling bird,

Or in the breezes wave as grain,

As yellow sun-birds there have whirred

On earth, could I thus live again,

That beauteous world enjoy!

‘Mid safflower-fields or waving cane,

Or in the honeysuckles lie,

In forms of life would breathe again,

Enjoy Earth’s sweetest revelry,

And ever spring again!

Each life to me new joys would bring,

In breast of beast or bird or flower,

In each new form new joys would spring,

And happy, ever, Love would soar!

Triumphant filled with joy!

In jujube or tamarisk

Perhaps would come to life again,

Or in the form of fawns would frisk

‘Mid violets upon the plain;

But I should live again!

And throb beneath the glistening dew,

In bamboo tufts, or mango-trees,

In lotus bloom, and spring anew,

In rose-tree bud, or such as these

On Earth return again!

And I should learn to love my mate,

In beast or singing bird or flower,

For kiss of love in hope could wait;

Perhaps I then would come that hour,

In form I have again!

And love you say, my queen, is there-,

Where I can breathe with life anew?

But is it so? My Love, beware!

For some things oft are false, some true,

But I thee trust again!

We fly away! from gates away!

Oh, life of bliss! Oh, breath of balm!

With wings we tread the Silver Way,

To trailing vines and feathery palm,

To bower of love again.

COLUMN VI

ESCAPE OF TAMMUZ FROM HADES–HIS DEATH IN THE CLOUDS-FUNERAL PROCESSION OF THE GODS–ISHTAR‘S ELEGY OVER THE DEATH OF TAMMUZ–HIS REVIVAL IN HADES, WHERE HE IS CROWNED AS THE LORD OF HADES—ISHTAR‘S RETURN BRINGS LIGHT AND LOVE BACK TO EARTH.

But see! they pass from those dark gates and walls,

And fly upon the breeze from Hades’ (Nergal‘s Under World) halls,

Hark! hark! the sounding harp is stilled! it falls

From Tammuz’s (Dumuzi) hands! Oh, how its wailing calls

To you bright zi-ni 1 flying through the skies,

See! one sweet spirit of the wind swift flies

And grasps the wailing harp before it ends

Its wail of woe, and now beneath it bends,

With silent pinions listening to its strings,

Wild sobbing on the winds;–with wailing rings

The conscious harp, and trembles in her hands.

A rush of pinions comes from myriad lands,

With moanings sends afar the awful tale,

And mourners brings with every whispering gale.

And see! the queen’s companion fainting sinks!

She lays him on that cloud with fleecy brinks!

And oh! his life is ebbing fast away!

She wildly falls upon his breast, and gray

Her face becomes with bitter agony.

She tearless kneels, wrapt in her misery

And now upon his breast she lays her head,

With tears that gods, alas! with men must shed;

She turning, sobs to her sweet waiting maids,

Who weeping o’er her stand with bended heads:

“Assemble, oh, my maids, in mourning here,

The gods! and spirits of the earth bring near!”

They come! they come! three hundred spirits high,

The heavenly spirits come! the I-gi-gi (trucker-haulers from Earth to Mars, to Nibiru)!

From Heaven’s streams and mouths and plains and vales,

And gods by thousands on the wings of gales.

The spirits of the earth, An-un-na-ci (Anunnaki, gods from Nibiru),

Now join around their sisters of the sky.

Hark! hear her weeping to the heavenly throng,

Imploring them to chant their mournful song:

“With your gold lyres, the dirge, oh, sing with me!

And moan with me, with your sweet melody;

With swelling notes, as zephyrs softly wail,

And cry with me as sobbing of the gale.

O Earth! dear Earth! oh, wail with thy dead trees!

With sounds of mountain torrents, moaning seas!

And spirits of the lakes, and streams, and vales,

And Zi-ku-ri (unidentified?) of mountains’ track-less trail,

join our bright legions with your queen! Oh, weep

With your sad tears, dear spirits of the deep!

Let all the mournful sounds of earth be heard,

The breeze hath carried stored from beast and bird;

Join the sweet notes of doves for their lost love

To the wild moans of hours,–wailing move;

Let choirs of Heaven and of the earth then peal,

All living beings my dread sorrow feel!

Oh, come with saddest, weirdest melody,

join earth and sky in one sweet threnody!”

Ten thousand times ten thousand now in line,

In all the panoplies of gods divine;

A million crowns are shining in the light,

A million scepters, robes of purest white!

Ten thousand harps and lutes and golden lyres

Are waiting now to start the Heavenly choirs.

And lo! a chariot from Heaven comes,

While halves rise from yonder sapphire domes;

A chariot incrusted with bright gems,

A blaze of glory shines from diadems.

See! in the car the queen o’er Tammuz bends,

And nearer the procession slowly wends,

Her regal diadem with tears is dimmed;

And her bright form by sorrow is redeemed

To sweeter, holier beauty in her woe;

Her tears a halo form and brighter flow.

Caparisoned with pearls, ten milk-white steeds

Are harnessed to her chariot that leads;

On snow-white swans beside her ride her maids,

They come! through yonder silver cloudy glades!

Behind her chariot ten sovereigns ride;

Behind them comes all Heaven’s lofty pride,

On pale white steeds, the chargers of the skies.

The clouds of snowy pinions rustling rise!

But hark! what is that strain of melody

That fills our souls with grandest euphony?

Hear how it swells and dies upon the breeze!

To softest whisper of the leaves of trees;

Then sweeter, grander, nobler, sweeping comes,

Like myriad lyres that peal through Heaven’s domes.

But, oh! how sad and sweet the notes now come!

Like music of the spheres that softly hum;

It rises, falls, with measured melody,

With saddest notes and mournful symphony.

From all the universe sad notes repeat

With doleful strains of woe transcendent, sweet;

Hush! hear the song! my throbbing heart be still!

The songs of gods above the heavens fill!

“Oh, weep with your sweet tears, and mourning chant,

O’er this dread loss of Heaven’s queen.

With her, O sisters, join your sweetest plaint

O’er our dear Tammuz, Tammuz slain.

Come, all ye spirits, with your drooping wings,

No more to us sweet joy he brings;

Ah, me, my brother! 1

Oh, weep! oh, weep! ye spirits of the air,

Oh, weep! oh, weep! An-un-na-ci!

Our own dear queen is filled with dread despair

Oh, pour your tears, dear earth and sky,

Oh, weep with bitter tears, O dear Sedu,

O’er fearful deeds of Nin-azu (Ereshkigal‘s son);

Ah, me, my brother!

Let joy be stilled! and every hope be dead!

And tears alone our hearts distil.

My love has gone!–to darkness he has fled;

Dread sorrow’s cup for us, oh, fill!

And weep for Tammuz we have held so dear,

Sweet sisters of the earth and air;

Ah, me, my sister!

Oh, come ye, dearest, dearest Zi-re-nu,

With grace and mercy help us bear

Our loss and hers; our weeping queen, oh, see!

And drop with us a sister’s tear.

Before your eyes our brother slain! oh, view;

Oh, weep with us o’er him so true;

Ah, me, his sister!

The sky is dead; its beauty all is gone,

Oh, weep, ye clouds, for my dead love!

Your queen in her dread sorrow now is prone.

O rocks and hills in tears, oh, move!

And all my heavenly flowerets for me weep,

O’er him who now in death doth sleep;

Ah, me, my Tammuz!

Oh, drop o’er him your fragrant dewy tears,

For your own queen who brings you joy,

For Love, the Queen of Love, no longer cheers,

Upon my heart it all doth cloy.

Alas! I give you love, nor can receive,

O all my children for me grieve;

Ah, me, my Tammuz!

Alas! alas! my heart is dying—dead!

With all these bitter pangs of grief

Despair hath fallen on my queenly head,

Oh, is there, sisters, no relief?

Hath Tammuz from me ever, ever, gone?

My heart is dead, and turned to stone;

Ah, me, his queen!

My sister spirits, O my brothers dear,

My sorrow strikes me to the earth;

Oh, let me die! I now no fate can fear,

My heart is left a fearful dearth.

Alas, from me all joy! all joy! hath gone;

Oh, Ninazu, what hast thou done?

Ah, me, his queen!”

To Hades‘ world beyond our sight they go,

And leave upon the skies Mar-gid-da’s 2 glow,

That shines eternally along the sky,

The road where souls redeemed shall ever fly.

Prince Tammuz now again to life restored,

Is crowned in Hades as its King and Lord, 3

And Ishtar‘s sorrow thus appeased, she flies

To earth, and fills with light and love the skies.

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Footnotes

103:1 “Zi-ni,” pronounced “Zee-nee,” spirits of the wind.

106:1 “Ah, me, my brother, and, ah, me, my sister! Ah, me, Adonis (or Tammuz), and ah, me, his lady (or queen)!” is the wailing cry uttered by the worshipers of Tammuz or Adonis when celebrating his untimely death. It is referred to in Jer. xxii. 18, and in Ezek. viii. 14 and Amos viii. 10 and Zech. xii. 10, 11. See Smith’s revised edition of “Chal. Acc. of Genesis,” by Sayce, pp. 247, 248.

107:2 “Mar-gid-da,” “the Long Road.” We have also given the Accadian name for “The Milky Way.” It was also called by them the “River of Night.”

107:3 “Lord. of Hades” is one of the titles given to Tammuz in an Accadian hymn found in “C. I. W. A.” vol. iv. 27, I, 2. See also translation in “Records of the Past,” vol. xi. p. 131. (Hades is Nergal‘s name and Under World domain)

TABLET VII–COLUMN I

THE KING AND SEER CONVERSING ON THEIR WAY TO KHASISADRA (Noah)–INTERPRETATION OF THE KING’S DREAM IN THE PALACE ON THE NIGHT OF THE FESTIVAL

The dream, my seer, which I beheld last night

Within our tent, may bring to us delight.

I saw a mountain summit flash with fire,

That like a royal robe or god’s attire

Illumined all its sides. The omen might

Some joy us bring, for it was shining bright.”

And thus the Sar revealed to him his dream.

Heabani (Enki-du) said, “My friend, though it did seem

Propitious, yet, deceptive was it all,

And came in memory of Elam’s fall.

The mountain burning was Khumbaba’s halls

We fired, when all his soldiers from the walls

Had fled;–the ni-takh-garri, 1–on that morn,

Of such deceptive dreams, I would thee warn!”

Some twenty kaspu they have passed this day,

At thirty kaspu they dismount to pray

And raise an altar, Samas (Utu) to beseech

That they their journey’s end may safely reach.

The tent now raised, their evening meal prepare

Beneath the forest in the open air;

And Izdubar (Gilgamesh) brought from the tent the dream

He dreamed the festal night when Ishtar (Inanna) came

To him;–he reads it from a written scroll:

“Upon my sight a vision thus did fall:

I saw two men that night beside a god;

One man a turban wore, and fearless trod.

The god reached forth his hand and struck him down

Like mountains hurled on fields of corn, thus prone

He lay; and Izdubar then saw the god

Was Anatu (Antu, Anu‘s spouse), 2 who struck him to the sod.

The troubler of all men, Samu’s (unidentified?) fierce queen,

Thus struck the turbaned man upon the plain.

He ceased his struggling, to his friend thus said:

‘My friend, thou askest not why I am laid

Here naked, nor my low condition heed.

Accursèd thus I lie upon the mead;

The god has crushed me, burned my limbs with fire.’

The vision from mine eyes did then expire.

A third dream came to me, which I yet fear,

The first beyond my sight doth disappear.

A fire-god thundering o’er the earth doth ride;

The door of darkness burning flew aside;

Like a fierce stream of lightning, blazing fire,

Beside me roared the god with fury dire,

And hurled wide death on earth on every side;

And quickly from my sight it thus did glide,

And in its track I saw a palm-tree green

Upon a waste, naught else by me was seen.”

Heabani pondering, thus explained the dream:

“My friend, the god was Samas, who doth gleam

With his bright glory, power, our God and Lord,

Our great Creator King, whose thunders roared

By thee, as through yon sky he takes his way;

For his great favor we should ever pray.

The man thou sawest lying on the plain

Was thee, O King,–to fight such power is vain.

Thus Anatu will strike thee with disease,

Unless thou soon her anger shalt appease;

And if thou warrest with such foes divine,

The fires of death shall o’er thy kingdom shine.

The palm-tree green upon the desert left

Doth show that we of hope are not bereft;

The gods for us their shares have surely weft, 3

One shall be taken, and the other left.

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Footnotes

108:1 “Ni-takh-garri,” “the helpers,” or soldiers of Khumbaba.

109:2 “Anatu (Antu, official spouse),“ the consort of Anu.

109:3 ‘Weft,” weaved.

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COLUMN II

CONTEST WITH THE DRAGONS IN THE MOUNTAINS–THE SEER IS MORTALLY WOUNDED–HIS CALM VIEW OF THE HEREAFTER

1O Mam-mitu (unidentified?), thou god of fate and death!

Thou spirit of fierce hate and parting breath,

Thou banisher of joy! O ghastly Law,

That gathers countless forces in thy maw!

A phantom! curse! and oft a blessing, joy!

All Heaven and earth thy hands shall e’er employ.

With blessings come, or curses to us bring,

The god who fails not with her hovering wing;

Nor god, nor man thy coming e’er may ken,

O mystery! thy ways none can explain.”

If thou must come in earthquakes, fire, and flood,

Or pestilence and eftsoons cry for blood,

Thou comest oft with voice of sweetest love,

Our dearest, fondest passions, hopes, to move;

And men have worshipped thee in every form,

In fear have praised thee, sought thy feet to charm.

We reek not if you blessings, curses bring,

For men oft change thy noiseless, ghoulish wing.

And yet, thou comest, goddess Mam-mitu,

To bring with thee the feet of Nin-a-zu (Ereshkigal‘s son),

Two sister ghouls, remorseless, tearless, wan,

We fear ye not; ye bu’i-du, 2 begone!

Sweet life renews itself in holy love,

Your victory is naught! Ye vainly rove

Across our pathway with yours forms inane,

For somewhere, though we die, we live again.

3 The soul departed shall in glory shine,

As burnished gold its form shall glow divine,

And Samas there shall grant to us new life;

And Merodac (Marduk), the eldest son (of Enki), all strife

Shall end in peace in yonder Blest Abode,

Where happiness doth crown our glorious God.

4 The sacred waters there shall ever flow,

To Anat’s (Inanna) arms shall all the righteous go;

The queen of Anu, Heaven‘s king, our hands

Outstretched will clasp, and through the glorious lands

Will lead us to the place of sweet delights;

The land that glows on yonder blessèd heights

Where milk and honey from bright fountains flow.

And nectar to our lips, all sorrows, woe,

Shall end in happiness beside the Stream

Of Life, and joy for us shall ever gleam;

Our hearts with thankfulness shall sweetly sing

And grander blissfulness each day will bring.

And if we do not reach that spirit realm,

Where bodyless each soul may ages whelm

With joy unutterable; still we live,

With bodies knew upon dear Earth, and give

Our newer life to children with our blood.

Or if these blessings we should miss; in wood,

Or glen, or garden, field, or emerald seas,

Our forms shall spring again; in such as these

We see around us throbbing with sweet life,

In trees or flowerets.

This needs no belief

On which to base the fabric of a dream,

For Earth her children from death doth redeem,

And each contributes to continuous bloom;

So go your way! ye sisters, to your gloom!

Far on their road have come the king of fame

And seer, within the land of Mas 5 they came,

Nor knew that Fate was hovering o’er their way,

In gentle converse they have passed the day.

Some twenty kaspu o’er the hills and plain,

They a wild forest in the mountain gain,

In a deep gorge they rode through thickets wild,

Beneath the pines; now to a pass they filed,

And lo! two dragons 6 near a cave contend

Their path! with backs upreared their coils unbend,

Extend their ravenous jaws with a loud roar

That harshly comes from mouths of clotted gore.

The sky o’erhead with lowering clouds is cast,

Which Anu in his rage above them massed.

Dark tempests fly above from Rimmon’s (Adad) breath,

Who hovers o’er them with the gods of death;

The wicked seven winds howl wildly round,

And crashing cedars falling shake the ground.

Now Tsil-lattu (unidentified?) her black wings spreads o’er all,

Dark shrouding all the forest with her pall,

And from his steed for safety each dismounts,

And o’er their heads now break the ebon founts.

But hark! what is that dreadful roaring noise?

The dragons come! Their flaming crests they poise

Above, and nearer blaze their eyes of fire,

And see! upon them rush the monsters dire.

The largest springs upon the giant Sar,

Who parrying with the sword he used in war,

With many wounds it pierces, drives it back;

Again it comes, renews its fierce attack,

With fangs outspread its victims to devour,

High o’er the monarch’s head its crest doth tower,

Its fiery breath upon his helm doth glow.

Exposed its breast! he strikes! his blade drives through

Its vitals! Dying now it shakes the ground,

And furious lashes all the forest round.

But hark! what is that awful lingering shriek

And cries of woe, that on his ears wild break?

A blinding flash, see! all the land reveals,

With dreadful roars, and darkness quick conceals

The fearful sight, to ever after come

Before his eyes, wherever he may roam.

The King, alas! too late Heabani drags

From the beast’s fangs, that dies beneath the crags

O’erhanging near the cave. And now a din

Loud comes from dalkhi that around them spin

In fierce delight, while hellish voices rise

In harsh and awful mockery; the cries

Of agony return with taunting groans,

And mock with their fell hate those piteous moans.

Amazed stands Izdubar above his seer,

Nor hears the screams, nor the fierce dalkhi’s jeer;

Beneath the flashing lightnings he soon found

The cave, and lays the seer upon the ground.

His breaking heart now cries in agony,

“Heabani! O my seer, thou must not die!

Alas! dread Mam-mitu hath led us here,

Awake for me! arouse! my noble seer!

I would to gods of Erech I had died

For thee! my seer! my strength! my kingdom’s pride!”

The seer at last revives and turns his face

With love that death touched not, his hand doth place

With friendly clasp in that of his dear king,

And says:

“Grieve not, belovèd friend, this thing

Called death at last must come, why should we fear?

‘Tis Hades‘ mist that opens for thy seer!

The gods us brought, nor asked consent, and life

They give and take away from all this strife

That must be here, my life I end on earth;

Both joy and sorrow I have seen from birth;

To Hades‘ awful land, whence none return,

Heabani’s face in sorrow now must turn.

My love for thee, mine only pang reveals,

For this alone I grieve.”

A teardrop steals

Across his features, shining ‘neath the light

The King has lit to make the cavern bright.

“But oh, friend Izdubar, my King, when I

From this dear earth to waiting Hades fly,

Grieve not; and when to Erech you return,

Thou shalt in glory reign, and Zaidu (unidentified?) learn

As thy companion all that thine own heart

Desires, thy throne thou wilt to him impart.

The female, Samkha, whom he brought to me

Is false, in league with thine own enemy.

And she will cause thee mischief, seek to drive

Thee from thy throne; but do not let her live

Within the walls of Erech, for the gods

Have not been worshiped in their high abodes.

When thou returnest, to the temple go,

And pray the gods to turn from thee the blow

Of Anu‘s fury, the strong god, who reigns

Above, and sent these woes upon the plains.

His anger raised against thee, even thee,

Must be allayed, or thy goods thou shalt see,

And kingdom, all destroyed by his dread power.

But Khasisadra (Noah) will to thee give more

Advice when thou shalt meet the ancient seer,

For from thy side must I soon disappear.”

The seer now ceased, and on his couch asleep

Spoke not, and Izdubar alone doth weep.

And thus twelve days were past, and now the seer

Of the great change he saw was drawing near

Informed his King, who read to him the prayers,

And for the end each friendly act prepares,

Then said: “O my Heabani, dearest friend,

I would that I thy body could defend

From thy fierce foe that brings the end to thee.

My friend in battle I may never see

Again, when thou didst nobly stand beside

Me; with my seer and friend I then defied

All foes; and must thou leave thy friend, my seer?

“Alas! my King, I soon shall leave thee here.”

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Footnotes

110:1 We have here quoted an Accadian Hymn to the goddess of fate. (“Trans. Soc. of Bib. Arch.,” vol. ii. p. 39.)

110:2 “Bu’i-du,” ghosts.

110:3 Accadian hymn on the future of the just. (” Trans. Soc. of Bib. Arch.,” vol. ii. p. 32.)

111:4 Assyrian fragmentary hymn (“W. A. L.,” iv. 25, col. v.), translated in “Records of the Past,” vol. xi. pp. 161, 162.

111:5 The land of Mas, Mr. Sayce supposes, was situated west of the Euphrates Valley.

112:6 “Dragons.” The word for this animal is “tammabuk-ku.” It was probably one of the monsters portrayed on the Babylonian cylinders now in the British Museum.

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COLUMN III

HEABANI REVEALS TWO WONDERFUL VISIONS TO THE KING, ONE OF DEATH AND OBLIVION, AND THE OTHER OF HEAVEN, AND DIES IN THE ARMS OF THE KING

But, oh, my King! to thee I now reveal

A secret that my heart would yet conceal,

To thee, my friend, two visions I reveal:

The first I oft have dreamed beneath some spell

Of night, when I enwrapped from all the world,

With Self alone communed.

Unconscious hurled

By wingèd thought beyond this present life,

I seeming woke in a Dark World where rife

Was Nothingness,–a darksome mist it seemed,

All eke was naught;–no light for me there gleamed;

And floating ‘lone, which way I turned, saw naught;

Nor felt of substance ‘neath my feet, nor fraught

With light was Space around; nor cheerful ray

Of single star. The sun was quenched; or day

Or night, knew not. No hands had I, nor feet,

Nor head, nor body, all was void. No heat

Or cold I felt, no form could feel or see;

And naught I knew but conscious entity.

No boundary my being felt, or had;

And speechless, deaf, and blind, and formless, sad,

I floated through dark space,–a conscious blank!

No breath of air my spirit moved; I sank

I knew not where, till motionless I ceased

At last to move, and yet I could not rest,

Around me spread the Limitless, and Vast.

My cheerless, conscious spirit,–fixed and fast

In some lone spot in space was moveless, stark!

An atom chained by forces stern and dark,

With naught around me. Comfortless I lived

In my dread loneliness! Oh, how I grieved!

And thus, man’s fate in Life and Death is solved

With naught but consciousness, and thus involved

All men in hopes that no fruition have?

And this alone was all that death me gave?

That all had vanished, gone from me that life

Could give, and left me but a blank, with strife

Of rising thoughts, and vain regrets, to float;–

Away from life and light, be chained remote!

Oh, how my spirit longed for some lone crag

To part the gloom beneath, and rudely drag

My senses back! or with its shock to end

My dire existence;–to oblivion send

Me quickly! How I strove to curse, and break

That soundless Void, with shrieks or cries, to wake

That awful silence which around me spread!

In vain! in vain! all but my soul was dead.

And then my spirit soundless cried within:

“Oh, take me! take me back to Earth again!”

For tortures of the flesh were bliss and joy

To such existence! Pain can never cloy

The smallest thrill of earthly happiness!

‘Twas joy to live on earth in pain! I’ll bless

Thee, gods, if I may see its fields I’ve trod

To kiss its fragrant flowers, and clasp the sod

Of mother Earth, that grand and beauteous world!

From all its happiness, alas! was hurled

My spirit,–then in frenzy–I awoke!

Great Bel (Enlil)! a dream it was! as vanished smoke

It sped! and I sprang from my couch and prayed

To all the gods, and thus my soul allayed.

And then with blessings on my lips, I sought

My couch, and dropped away in blissful thought

In dream the second:

Then the Silver Sky

Came to me. Near the Stream of Life I lie:

My couch the rarest flowers; and music thrills

My soul! How soft and sweet it sounds from rills

And streams, and feathered songsters in the trees

Of Heaven’s fruits!–e’en all that here doth please

The heart of man was there. In a dear spot

I lay, ‘mid olives, spices, where was wrought

A beauteous grotto; and beside me near,

Were friends I loved; and one both near and dear

With me reclined, in blissful converse, sweet

With tender thoughts.

Our joy was lull, complete!

The ministering spirits there had spread

Before us all a banquet on the mead,

With Heaven’s food and nectar for our feast;

And oh, so happy! How our joy increased

As moments flew, to years without an end!

To Courts Refulgent there we oft did wend.

Beside a silver lake, a holy fane

There stood within the center of the plain,

High built on terraces, with walls of gold,

Where palaces and mansions there enfold

A temple of the gods, that stands within

‘Mid feathery palms and gesdin, 1 bowers green,

The city rises to a dizzy height,

With jeweled turrets flashing in the light,

Grand mansions piled on mansions rising high

Until the glowing summits reach the sky.

A cloud of myriad wings, e’er fills the sky,

As doves around their nests on earth here fly;

The countless millions of the souls on earth,

The gods have brought to light from mortal birth,

Are carried there from the dark world of doom;

For countless numbers more there still is room.

Through trailing vines my Love and I oft wind,

With arms of love around each other twined.

This day, we passed along the Stream of Life,

Through blooming gardens, with sweet odors rife;

Beneath the ever-ripening fruits we walk,

Along dear paths, and sweetly sing, or talk,

While warbling birds around us fly in view,

From bloom to bloom with wings of every hue;

And large-eyed deer, no longer wild, us pass,

With young gazelles, and kiss each other’s face.

We now have reached the stately stairs of gold,

The city of the gods, here built of old.

The pearlèd pillars rise inlaid divine,

With lotus delicately traced with vine

In gold and diamonds, pearls, and unknown gems,

That wind to capital with blooming stems

Of lilies, honeysuckles, and the rose.

An avenue of columns in long rows

Of varied splendor, leads to shining courts

Where skilful spirit hands with perfect arts

Have chiseled glorious forms magnificent,

With ornate skill and sweet embellishment.

Their golden sculpture view on every hand,

Or carvèd images in pearl that stand

In clusters on the floor, or in long rows;

And on the walls of purest pearl there glows

The painting of each act of kindest deed

Each soul performs on earth;–is there portrayed.

The scenes of tenderness and holy love,

There stand and never end, but onward move,

And fill the galleries of Heaven with joy,

And ever spirit artist hands employ.

The holiest deeds are carved in purest gold,

Or richest gems, and there are stored of old;

Within the inner court a fountain stood,

Of purest diamond molded, whence there flowed

Into a golden chalice,–trickling cool,

The nectar of the gods,–a sparkling pool,

That murmuring sank beneath an emerald vase

That rested underneath;–the fountain’s base.

We entered then an arcade arching long

Through saph’rine galleries, and heard the song

That swelling came from temples hyaline;

And passed through lazite courts and halls divine,

While dazzling glories brighter round us shone.

How sweet then came the strains! with grander tone!

And, oh, my King! I reached the gates of pearl

That stood ajar, and heard the joyous whirl

That thrilled the sounding domes and lofty halls,

And echoed from the shining jasper walls.

I stood within the gate, and, oh, my friend,

Before that holy sight I prone did bend,

And hid my face upon the jacinth stairs.

A shining god raised me, and bade my fears

Be flown, and I beheld the glorious throne

Of crystaled light; with rays by man unknown.

The awful god there sat with brows sublime,

With robes of woven gold, and diadem

That beamed with blazing splendor o’er his head.

I thus beheld the god with presence dread,

The King of Kings, the Ancient of the Days,

While music rose around with joyous praise.

With awful thunders how they all rejoice!

And sing aloud with one commingled voice!

What happiness it was to me, my King!

From bower to temple I went oft to sing,

Or spread my wings above the mount divine,

And viewed the fields from heights cerulean.

Those songs still linger on dear memory’s ear,

And tireless rest upon me, ever cheer.

But from the Happy Fields, alas! I woke,

And from my sight the Heavenly vision broke;

But, oh, my King, it all was but a dream!

I hope the truth is such, as it did seem

If it is true that such a Heavenly Land

Exists with happiness so glorious, grand,

Within that haven I would happy be!

But it, alas! is now denied to me.

For, oh, my King, to Hades I must go,

My wings unfold to fly to Realms of Woe;

In darkness to that other world unknown,

Alas! from joyous earth my life has flown.

Farewell, my King, my love thou knowest well;

I go the road; in Hades soon shall dwell;

To dwelling of the god Irkalla (Nergal) fierce,

To walls where light for me can never pierce,

The road from which no soul may e’er return,

Where dust shall wrap me round, my body urn,

Where sateless ravens float upon the air,

Where light is never seen, or enters there,

Where I in darkness shall be crowned with gloom;

With crownèd heads of earth who there shall come

To reign with Anu‘s favor or great Bel‘s,

Then scepterless are chained in their dark cells

With naught to drink but Hades‘ waters there,

And dream of all the past with blank despair.

Within that world, I too shall ceaseless moan,

Where dwell the lord and the unconquered one,

And seers and great men dwell within that deep,

With dragons of those realms we all shall sleep;

Where King Etana 1 and god Ner (unidentified) doth reign

With Allat (Nergal‘s spouse Ereshkigal), the dark Under-World’s great queen,

Who reigns o’er all within her regions lone,

The Mistress of the Fields, her mother, prone

Before her falls, and none her face withstands

But I will her approach, and take her hands,

And she will comfort me in my dread woe.

Alas! through yonder void I now must go!

My hands I spread! as birds with wings I fly!

Descend! descend! beneath that awful sky!

The seer falls in the arms of Izdubar,

And he is gone;–’tis clay remaineth here,

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Footnotes

117:1 “Gesdin,” the Tree of Life and Immortality.

120:1 “Etana (favored long ago semi-divine King of Kish),” Lord or King of Hades. He is mentioned in the Creation series of, Legends as having reigned before the flood.

COLUMN IV

THE GRIEF OF THE KING OVER THE LOSS OF HIS SEER, AND HIS PRAYER TO THE MOON-GOD, WHO ANSWERS HIS PRAYER WITH A VISION

The King weeps bitterly with flowing tears

Above his seer when from him disappears

The last faint breath; and then in deepest woe

He cries: “And through that desert must I go?

Heabani, thou to me wast like the gods;

Oh, how I loved thee! must thou turn to clods?

Through that dread desert must I ride alone;

And leave thee here, Heabani, lying prone?

Alas, I leave thee in this awful place,

To find our Khasisadra (Noah), seek his face,

The son of Ubara-tutu, the seer;

Oh, how can I, my friend, thus leave thee here?

This night through those dark mountains I must go,

I can no longer bear this awful woe:

If I shall tarry here, I cannot sleep.

O Sin (Nannar), bright moon-god, of yon awful deep!

I pray to thee upon my face, oh, hear

My prayer! my supplications bring thou near

To all the gods! grant thou to me,–e’en me,

A heart of strength and will to worship thee.

Oh, is this death like that the seer hath dreamed?

Perhaps the truth then on his spirit gleamed!

If Land of Silver Sky is but a myth,

The other dream is true! e’en all he saith!

Oh, tell me, all ye sparkling stars,

That wing above thy glorious flight,

And feel not Nature’s jars;

But grandly, sweetly fling thy light

To our bright world beneath serene,

Hath mortals on thee known

Or viewed beyond,–that great Unseen,

Their future fate by gods been shown?

Oh, hear me, all ye gods on high!

To gods who love mankind I pray,

Despairing, oh, I cry!

Oh, drive these doubts and fears away!

And yet–and yet, what truths have we?

O wondrous mortal, must thou die?

Beyond this end thou canst not see,

O Life! O Death! O mystery!

The body still is here, with feeling dead!

And sight is gone!–and hearing from his dead,

Nor taste, nor smell, nor warmth, nor breath of life!

Where is my seer? Perhaps, his spirit rife

E’en now in nothingness doth wander lone!

In agony his thoughts! with spirit prone!

In dread despair!–If conscious then, O gods!

He spake the truth!–His body to the clods

Hath turned! By this we feel, or hear, or see,

And when ’tis gone,–exist?–in agony!

To Hades hath he gone? as he hath thought!

Alas, the thought is torture, where have wrought

The gods their fearful curse! Ah, let me think!

The Silver Sky? Alas, its shining brink

He hath not crossed. The wrathful gods deny

Him entrance! Where, oh, where do spirits fly

Whom gods have cursed? Alas, he is condemned

To wander lone in that dark world, contemned

And from the Light of Happy Fields is barred!

Oh, why do gods thus send a fate so hard,

And cruel? O dear moon-god, moon-god Sin!

My seer hath erred. Receive his soul within

To joys prepared for gods and men! Though seer

He was, he immortality did fear,

As some unknown awakening in space.

Oh, turn upon him thy bright blessèd face!

He was my friend! O moon-god, hear my prayer!

Imploring thee, doth pray thine Izdubar!”

And lo! a vision breaks before his eyes!

The moon-god hides the shadows of the skies,

And sweeps above with his soft, soothing light

That streams around his face; he drives the night

Before his rays, and with his hands sweet peace

He spreads through all the skies; and Strife doth cease!

A girdle spans the Heavens with pure light

That shines around the River of the Night,

Within the circling rays a host appears!

The singers of the skies, as blazing spheres!

Hark! Hear their harps and lyres that sweetly sound!

They sing! Oh, how the glowing skies resound!

“O King of Light and joy and Peace,

Supreme thy love shall ever reign;

Oh, can our songs of bliss here cease?

Our souls for joy cannot restrain,

Sweep! Sweep thy lyres again!

The former things 1a–are passed away,

Which we on earth once knew below;

And in this bright eternal day

We happiness alone can know

Where bliss doth ever flow.

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Footnotes

123:1a Literally, “the former names,” which appears on a fragment of the epic translated by Mr. Sayce. See epic 259, which Smith’s “C. A. of Gen.,” p. 259 he has rendered “the former name, the new name.”

 

COLUMN V

THE KING BURIES HIS SEER IN THE CAVE, AND CONTINUING HIS JOURNEY, HE MEETS TWO FIERY GIANTS WHO GUIDE THE SUN IN THE HEAVENS–THEY MAKE MERRY OVER THE KING, AND DIRECT HIM ON HIS WAY

The King within the cave his seer entombs,

And mourning sadly from the cavern comes;

The entrance closes with the rocks around,

Again upon his journey he is bound.

But soon within the mountains he is lost

Within the darkness,–as some vessel tost

Upon the trackless waves of unknown seas,

But further from the awful cavern flees.

The morning breaks o’er crags and lonely glens,

And he dismayed, the awful wild now scans.

He reins his steed and wondering looks around,

And sees of every side a mystic ground.

Before him stands the peak of Mount Masu, 1b

The cliffs and crags forlorn his eyes swift view,

And cedars, pines, among the rocks amassed,

That weirdly rise within the mountain fast.

Hark! hear that dreadful roaring all around!

What nameless horror thrills the shaking ground?

The King in terror stares! and see! his steed

Springs back! wild snorting,–trembling in his dread.

Behold! behold those forms there blazing bright!

Fierce flying by the earth with lurid light;

Two awful spirits, demons, or fierce gods,

With roaring thunders spring from their abodes!

From depths beneath the earth the monsters fly,

And upward lift their awful bodies high,

Yet higher!–higher! till their crests are crowned

By Heaven’s gates; thus reaching from the ground

To heights empyrean, while downward falls

Each form, extending far ‘neath Hades‘ walls.

And see! each god as molten metal gleams,

While sulphurous flame from hell each monster climbs!

Two fiery horrors reaching to the skies

While wrathful lightning from each monster flies!

Hell’s gate they guard with Death’s remorseless face,

And hurl the sun around the realms of space

E’en swifter than the lightning, while it goes

Along its orbit, guided by their blows.

Dire tempests rise above from their dread blows,

And ever round a starry whirlwind glows;

The countless stars thus driven whirl around,

With all the circling planets circling round.

The King astounded lifts his staring eyes,

Into his face gray fear, with terror flies;

As they approach, his thoughts the King collects,

Thus over him one of the gods reflects.

“Who cometh yonder with the form of gods?”

The second says: “He comes from man’s abodes,

But with a mortal’s feebleness he walks;

Behold upon the ground alone he stalks.”

One lifts his mighty arm across the sky,

And strikes the sun as it goes roaring by

The fiery world with whiter heat now glows,

While a vast flood of flame behind it flows,

That curling, forms bright comets, meteors,

And planets multiplies, and blazing stars;

The robe of flames spreads vast across the sky.

Adorned with starry gems that sparkling fly

Upon the ambient ether forming suns

That through new orbits sing their orisons;

Their pealing thunders rend the trembling sky,

The endless anthem of eternity.

The monster turning to the King then says,

When nearer now his awful form doth blaze:

“So thus you see, my son, the gods are strong,

And to provoke great power, is foolish, wrong;

But whither goest thou, thou sad-eyed King,

What message hast thou;–to us here would bring?”

The King now prostrate to the monsters prayed:

“Ye gods or demons, I within your glade

Of horrors, have unwilling come to seek

Our Khasisadra (Noah), who a spell can make

To turn the anger of the gods away.

Immortal lives the seer beside the sea,

He knoweth death and life, all secret things;

And this alone your servant to you brings.

The goddess sought my hand, which I denied,

And Anu’s fury thus I have defied;

This all my troubles caused, show me the way

To Khasisadra, this I ask and pray.”

The god’s vast face broke out with wondrous smiles,

And laughing, ripples rolled along for miles;

His mouth wide opened its abyss and yawned,

As earthquake gulf, far spreading through the ground.

His roaring laughter shakes the earth around,

“Ho! ho! my son! so you at last have found

The Queen can hate, as well as love her friends,

And on thy journey Ishtar‘s love thee sends?

A mortal wise thou wast, to her refuse,

For she can do with man what she may choose.

A mortal’s love, in truth, is wondrous strong,

A glorious thing it is, Life’s ceaseless song!

Within a cave upon the mountain side,

Thou there thy footsteps must to Hades guide,

Twelve kaspu go to yonder mountain gates,

A heart like thine may well defy the fates.

A darkness deep profound doth ever spread

Within those regions black,–Home of the Dead.

Go, Izdubar! within this land of Mas,

Thy road doth lead, and to the west 2 doth pass,

And may the maidens sitting by the walls

Refresh thee, lead thee to the Happy Halls.”

The path they take behind the rising sun

The setting sun they pass,–with wings have flown

The scorpion men, 3 within wide space have gone,

Thus from his sight the monsters far have flown.

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Footnotes

123:1b Mount Masu, the Mountains of Masius, or “Mons Masius” of Strabo (vi. 12, §§ 4, 14, 2, etc.), may be referred to by the author of the epic. These mountains are now known to the Turks as Jebel Tur and Karaiah Dag.–Rawlinson’s “Ancient Monarchies,” vol. ii. pp. 9 and 25.

126:2 Mr. Sayce translates thus: “the path of the sun.”

126:3 He also names the monsters “the scorpion men,” and refers to an Assyrian cylinder on which two composite winged monsters are carved, with the winged emblem of the supreme god in the center above them. The monsters have the feet of lions and the tails of scorpions. See illustration in Smith’s revised edition, by Sayce, “Chald. Acc. of Gen.,” p. 276. The monsters were supposed to fly ahead of the sun, and as it passed guide it along its orbit.

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COLUMN VI

IZDUBAR ENTERS HADES–THE SONG OF THE DALKHI IN THE CAVERN OF HORRORS–THE KING PASSES THROUGH HADES TO THE GARDEN OF THE GODS, AND SEES THE WONDERFUL FOUNTAIN OF LIFE’S WATERS

In a weird passage to the Under-World,

Where demon shades sit with their pinions furled

Along the cavern’s walls with poisonous breath,

In rows here mark the labyrinths of Death.

The King with torch upraised, the pathway finds,

Along the way of mortal souls he winds,

Where shades sepulchral, soundless rise amid

Dark gulfs that yawn, and in the blackness hide

Their depths beneath the waves of gloomy lakes

And streams that sleep beneath the sulphurous flakes

That drift o’er waters bottomless, and chasms;

Where moveless depths receive Life’s dying spasms.

Here Silence sits supreme on a drear throne

Of ebon hue, and joyless reigns alone

O’er a wide waste of blackness,–solitude

Black, at her feet, there sleeps the awful flood

Of mystery which grasps all mortal souls,

Where grisly horrors sit with crests of ghouls,

And hateless welcome with their eyes of fire

Each soul;–remorseless lead to terrors dire;

And ever, ever crown the god of Fate;

And there, upon her ebon throne she sate

The awful fiend, dark goddess Ma-mitu (unidentified?),

Who reigns through all these realms of La-Atzu. 1

But hark! what are these sounds within the gloom?

And see! long lines of torches nearer come!

And now within a recess they have gone;

The King must pass their door! perhaps some one

Of them may see him! turn the hags of gloom

Upon him, as he goes by yonder room!

He nearer comes, and peers within; and see!

A greenish glare fills all the cave! and he

Beholds a blaze beneath a cauldron there;

Coiled, yonder lie the Dragons of Despair;

And lo! from every recess springs a form

Of shapeless horror! now with dread alarm

He sees the flitting forms wild whirling there,

And awful wailings come of wild despair:

But hark! the dal-khis’ song rings on the air!

With groans and cries they shriek their mad despair.

Oh, fling on earth, ye demons dark,

Your madness, hate, and fell despair,

And fling your darts at each we mark,

That we may welcome victims here.

Then sing your song of hate, ye fiends,

And hurl your pestilential breath,

Till every soul before us bends,

And worship here the god of Death.

In error still for e’er and aye,

They see not, hear not many things;

The unseen forces do not weigh,

And each an unknown mystery brings.

In error still for e’er and aye,

They delve for phantom shapes that ride

Across their minds alone,–and they

But mock the folly of man’s pride.

In error still for e’er and aye!

They learn but little all their lives,

And Wisdom ever wings her way,

Evading ever,–while man strives!

But hark! another song rings through the gloom,

And, oh, how sweet the music far doth come!

Oh, hear it, all ye souls in your despair,

For joy it brings to sorrowing ones e’en here!

“There is a Deep Unknown beyond,

That all things hidden well doth weigh!

On man’s blind vision rests the bond

Of error still for e’er and aye!

But to the mighty gods, oh, turn

For truth to lead you on your way,

And wisdom from their tablets learn,

And ever hope for e’er and aye!”

And see! the hags disperse within the gloom,

As those sweet sounds resound within the room;

And now a glorious light doth shine around,

Their rays of peace glide o’er the gloomy ground.

And lo! ’tis Papsukul, our god of Hope,–

With cheerful face comes down the fearful slope

Of rugged crags, and blithely strides to where

Our hero stands, amid the poisonous air,

And says:

“Behold, my King, that glorious Light

That shines beyond! and eye no more this sight

Of dreariness, that only brings despair,

For phantasy of madness reigneth here!”

The King in wonder carefully now eyes

The messenger divine with great surprise,

And says:

“But why, thou god of Hope, do I

Thus find thee in these realms of agony?

This World around me banishes thy feet

From paths that welcome here the god of Fate

And blank despair, and loss irreparable.

Why comest thou to woe immeasurable?”

“You err, my King, for hope oft rules despair;

I ofttimes come to reign with darkness here;

When I am gone, the god of Fate doth reign;

When I return, I soothe these souls again.”

“So thus you visit all these realms of woe,

To torture them with hopes they ne’er can know?

Avaunt! If this thy mission is on Earth

Or Hell, thou leavest after thee but dearth!”

“Not so, my King! behold yon glorious sphere,

Where gods at last take all these souls from here!

Adieu! thou soon shalt see the World of Light,

Where joy alone these souls will e’er delight.”

The god now vanishes away from sight,

The hero turns his face toward the light;

Nine kaspu walks, till weird the rays now gleam,

As zi-mu-ri (unidentified?) behind the shadows stream.

He sees beyond, umbrageous grots and caves,

Where odorous plants entwine their glistening leaves.

And lo! the trees bright flashing gems here bear!

And trailing vines and flowers do now appear,

That spread before his eyes a welcome sight,

Like a sweet dream of some mild summer night.

But, oh! his path leads o’er that awful stream,

Across a dizzy arch ‘mid sulphurous steam

That covers all the grimy bridge with slime.

He stands perplexed beside the waters grime,

Which sluggish move adown the limbo black,

With murky waves that writhe demoniac,–

As ebon serpents curling through the gloom

And burl their inky crests, that silent come

Toward the yawning gulf, a tide of hate;

And sweep their dingy waters to Realms of Fate.

He cautious climbs the slippery walls of gloom,

And dares not look beneath, lest Fate should come;

He enters now the stifling clouds that creep

Around the causeway, while its shadows sleep

Upon the stream that sullen moves below,–

He slips!–and drops his torch! it far doth glow

Beneath him on the rocks! Alas, in vain

He seeks a path to bring it back again.

It moves! snatched by a dal-khu’s hand it flies

Away within the gloom, then falling dies

Within those waters black with a loud hiss

That breaks the silence of that dread abyss.

He turns again, amid the darkness gropes,

And careful climbs the cragged, slimy slopes,

And now he sees, oh, joy! the light beyond!

He springs! he flies along the glowing ground,

And joyous dashes through the waving green

That lustrous meets his sight with rays serene,

Where trees pure amber from their trunks distil,

Where sweet perfumes the groves and arbors fill,

Where zephyrs murmur odors from the trees,

And sweep across the flowers, carrying bees

With honey laden for their nectar store;

Where humming sun-birds upward flitting soar

O’er groves that bear rich jewels as their fruit,

That sparkling tingle from each youngling shoot,

And fill the garden with a glorious blaze

Of chastened light and tender thrilling rays.

He glides through that enchanted mystic world,

O’er streams with beds of gold that sweetly twirled

With woven splendor ‘neath the blaze of gems

That crown each tree with glistening diadems.

The sounds of streams are weft with breezes, chant

Their arias with trembling leaves,–the haunt

Of gods! O how the tinkling chorus rings!

With rhythms of the unseen rustling wings

Of souls that hover here where joy redeems

Them with a happiness that ever gleams.

The hero stands upon a damasked bed

Of flowers that glow beneath his welcome tread,

And softly sink with ‘luring odors round,

And beckon him to them upon the ground.

Amid rare pinks and violets he lies,

And one sweet pink low bending near, he eyes.

With tender petals thrilling on its stem,

It lifts its fragrant face and says to him,

“Dear King, wilt thou love me as I do thee?

We love mankind, and when a mortal see

We give our fragrance to them with our love,

Their love for us our inmost heart doth move.”

The King leans down his head, it kissing, says,

“Sweet beauty, I love thee? with thy sweet face?

My heart is filled with love for all thy kind.

I would that every heart thy love should find.”

The fragrant floweret thrills with tenderness,

With richer fragrance answers his caress.

He kisses it again and lifts his eyes,

And rises from the ground with glad surprise.

And see! the glorious spirits clustering round

They welcome him with sweet melodious sound.

We hear their golden instruments of praise,

As they around him whirl a threading maze;

In great delight he views their beckoning arms,

And lustrous eyes, and perfect, moving forms.

And see! he seizes one bright, charming girl,

As the enchanting ring doth nearer whirl;

He grasps her in his arms, and she doth yield

The treasure of her lips, where sweets distilled

Give him a joy without a taint of guilt.

It thrills his heart-strings till his soul doth melt,

A kiss of chastity, and love, and fire,

A joy that few can dare to here aspire.

The beauteous spirit has her joy, and flees

With all her sister spirits ‘neath the trees.

And lo! the gesdin 1 shining stands,

With crystal branches in the golden sands,

In this immortal garden stands the tree,

With trunk of gold, and beautiful to see.

Beside a sacred fount the tree is placed,

With emeralds and unknown gems is graced,

Thus stands, the prince of emeralds, 2 Elam’s tree,

As once it stood, gave Immortality

To man, and bearing fruit, there sacred grew,

Till Heaven claimed again Fair Eridu. 3

The hero now the wondrous fountain eyes;

Its beryl base to ruby stem doth rise,

To emerald and sapphire bands that glow,

Where the bright curvings graceful outward flow;

Around the fountain to its widest part,

The wondrous lazite bands now curling start

And mingle with bright amethyst that glows,

To a broad diamond band,–contracting grows

To uk-ni stone, turquoise, and clustering pearls,

Inlaid with gold in many curious curls

Of twining vines and tendrils bearing birds,

Among the leaves and blooming flowers, that words

May not reveal, such loveliness in art,

With fancies spirit hands can only start

From plastic elements before the eye,

And mingle there the charms of empery.

Beneath two diamond doves that shining glow

Upon the summit, the bright waters flow,

With aromatic splendors to the skies,

While glistening colors of the rainbow rise.

        Here ends the tablet, 4 “When the hero viewed

          The fountain which within the garden stood.

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Footnotes

127:1 “La-Atzu,” Hades, hell, the spirit-world.

132:1 “Gesdin,” the Tree of Life and Immortality.

132:2 See Sayce’s edition Smith’s “Chald. Acc. of Gen.,” p. 264.

132:3 “Eridu (Enki’s city),” the Garden of Eden. Idem, pp. 84-86.

132:4 “Tablet of the series; when the hero Izdubar saw the fountain.”–Sayce’s edition Smith’s “Chald. Acc. of Gen.,” p. 264, l. 14.

 

TABLET VIII-COLUMN I

THE KING’S ADVENTURE AT THE GATE OF THE GARDEN OF THE GODS WITH THE TWO MAIDENS–ONE OF THEM LEADS HIM INTO THE HAPPY HALLS–SONGS OF THE SABITU AND ZI-SI.

A gate half opened shows the silvery sea

Yet distant shining lambent on his way.

And now he sees young Siduri (Shamhat?, unidentified?), 1 whose breast

Infuses life; all nature she hath blest,

Whose lips are flames, her arms are walls of fire,

Whose love yields pleasures that can never tire,

She to the souls who joy on earth here miss,

Grants them above a holier, purer bliss.

The maiden sits within a holy shrine

Beside the gate with lustrous eyes divine,

And beckons to the King, who nearer comes,

And near her glows the Happy Palace domes.

And lo! ’tis she his lips have fondly kissed

Within the garden, when like fleeing mist

She disappeared with the bright spirit Seven, 2

The Sabit (unidentified?), who oft glide from earth to Heaven.

And lo I one of the Seven, Sabitu (unidentified?),

Emerging from the gate doth jealous view

The coming hero who hath kissed her mate,

She angry springs within to close the gate,

And bars it, enters then the inner halls,

And Izdubar to her now loudly calls,

“O Sabitu! what see-est thou, my maid?

Of Izdubar is Sabitu afraid?

Thy gate thou barrest thus before my face.

Quick, open for me! or I’ll force the brass!”

The maid now frightened opens wide the door.

The Sar and Siduri now tread the floor

Of the bright palace where sweet joy doth reign.

Through crystal halls ‘neath golden roofs the twain

Next go within a lofty ceilinged hall,

With shining pearlèd columns, golden wall,

And purple silken hangings at each door,

With precious gems inlaid upon the floor;

Where couches grand are spread for one to rest

Beneath the softened rays that sweet invest

The senses with a thrill of happiness;

Where Siduri with joy all souls doth bless.

The maid sits on a couch and turns her face

Toward the King with that immortal grace

That love to gods and men will e’er bestow.

Their eyes now mingling with a happy glow,

The maiden sweetly says: “Where wouldst thou go?

Within these Happy Halls we joy but know,

And if thou wilt, my King, my heart is thine!

Our love will ever bring us bliss divine.”

“Alas, my maid, thy love to me is dear,

And sad am I that I must go from here.

I came from Erech by advice from one

I loved more than thou canst e’er know, but gone

From me is my Heabani, faithful seer.

Across a desert waste have I come here,

And he has there to dust returned,–to dust–

O how the love of my friend I did trust!

I would that we had never started here,

I now must find the great immortal seer.”

The maiden turns her glowing eyes on him,

Replies: “My King, thou knowest joy may gleam,

Take courage, weary heart, and sing a song!

The hour of sorrow can never be long;

The day will break, and flood thy soul with joy,

And happiness thy heart will then employ!

Each day must end with all its sorrow, woe,

Oh, sing with me, dear heart! I love thee so!”

And lo! the curtains flung aside, now comes

The joyous Sabitu from yonder rooms,

And gathering round, a song they gayly sing,

Oh, how with music the bright walls now ring!

If evil thou hast done, my King,

Oh, pray! oh, pray!

And to the gods thy offerings bring,

And pray! and pray!

The sea is roaring at thy feet,

The storms are coming, rain and sleet;

          To all the gods,

           Oh, pray to them I oh, pray!

           Chorus

           To all the gods,
Oh, pray to them! oh, pray!

           Thy city we will bless, O Sar!

           With joy, with joy!

           And prosper thee in peace and war

           With joy, with joy!

           And bless thee every day and night,

          Thy kingly robes keep pure and bright;

          Give thee bright dreams,

          O glorious king of war!

Chorus

Give thee bright dreams,

O glorious king of war!

And if thy hand would slay thy foes

In war, in war!

With thee returning victory goes

In war, in war!

We grant thee victory, my King;

Like marshes swept by storms, we bring

Our power to thee

With victory in war!

Chorus

Our power to thee

With victory in war!

And if thou wouldst the waters pass,

The sea, the sea!

We’ll go with thee in every place,

With thee, with thee!

To Hea’s (Enki) halls and glorious throne,

Where he unrivaled reigns alone,

To Hea go

Upon his throne of snow.

Chorus

To Hea go

Upon his throne of snow.

And if thine anger rules thy heart

As fire, as fire!

And thou against thy foes would start

With ire, with ire!

Against thy foes thy heart be hard,

And all their land with fire be scarred,

Destroy thy foes!

Destroy them in thine ire!

Chorus

Destroy thy foes!
Destroy them in thine ire!

And lo! young Siduri hath disappeared,

And with the Zisi crowned she now appeared;

The corn-gods in a crescent round their queen,

She waves before the king her Nusku (Enlil‘s chancellor) 3 green,

And sings with her sweet voice a joyful lay,

And all the Zisi join the chorus gay:

A heifer of the corn am I,

Kara! Kara! 5

Yoked with the kine we gayly fly,

Kara! Kara!

The plowman’s hand is strong and drives

The glowing soil, the meadow thrives!

Before the oxen

Sa-lum-mat-u na-si. 6

Chorus

Before the oxen

Sa-lum-mat-u na-si.

The harvesters are in the corn!

Kara! Kara!

Our feet are flying with the morn,

Kara! Kara!

We bring thee wealth! it is thine own!

The grain is ripe! oh, cut it down!

The yellow grain

Sa-lum-mat-u na-si.

Chorus

The yellow grain
Sa-lum-mat-u na-si.

The fruit of death, oh, King, taste it not!

Taste not! taste not!

With fruit of Life the land is fraught

Around! Around!

The fruit of Life we give to thee

And happiness, oh, ever see.

All joy is thine

Through Earth and Heaven’s bound.

Chorus

All joy is thine

Through Earth and Heaven’s bound.

Our corn immortal there is high

And ripe! and ripe!

And ever ripens ‘neath that sky

As gold! as gold!

Our corn (crop of the Americas) is bearded, 7 thus ’tis known,

And ripens quickly when ’tis grown.

Be joy with thee,

Our love around thee fold!

Chorus

Be joy with thee,

Our love around thee fold!

Our King from us now goes, now goes!

Away! Away!

His royal robe behind him glows

Afar! Afar!

Across the waves where Hea reigns

The waters swollen he soon gains!

To our great seer,

He sails to him afar!

Chorus

To our great seer,

He sails to him afar!

And he will reach that glorious land

Away! Away!

Amid our fruit-trees he will stand

That day! that day!

Our fruit so sweet the King will eat,

Nor bitter mingle with the sweet.

In our seer’s land

That glows afar away!

Chorus

In our seer’s land

That glows afar away!

The singing spirits from them fled, and he

Alone stood thinking by young Siduri.

The King leaned on his bow, and eyed the maid,

A happy look came in his eyes,–and fled,

For lo! the curtain quick aside is pushed,

And Sabitu within upon them rushed.

She stately glides across the shining floor,

And eyes them both, then turns toward the door.

But Izdubar (Gilgamesh) is equal to the task,

With grace now smiling, of the maid doth ask:

“O Sabitu! wouldst thou tell me the way

To Khasisadra (Noah) for I go this day.

If I the sea may cross, how shall I go?

Or through the desert? thou the path mayst know.”

The maiden startled looks upon his face,

And thus she answers him with queenly grace:

“So soon must go? Thou canst not cross the sea,

For thou wilt perish in the waves that way.

Great Samas once the way of me did ask,

And I forbade him, but the mighty task

He undertook, and crossed the mighty deep,

Where Death’s dark waters lie in wait asleep:

His mighty car of gold swept through the skies,

With fiery chargers now he daily flies.

When I approach thee, thou from me wouldst flee?

But if thou must so soon thus go, the sea

Perhaps thou too canst cross, if thou wilt ‘void

Death’s waters, which relentless ever glide.

But Izdubar, Ur-Hea, here hath come!

The boatman of the seer, who to his home

Returns. He with an ax in yonder woods

A vessel builds to cross the raging floods.

If thou desirest not to cross with him,

We here will welcome thee through endless time;

But if thou goest, may they see thy face

Thou seekest,–welcome thee, and thy heart bless.

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Footnotes

133:1 “Siduri,” the “pourer” or “shedder forth,” the “all-bountiful,” the goddess who brings the rain and mists, and running streams to fill the vegetable world with its productions; the goddess who presides over productive nature. She was also called “the Goddess of Wisdom.”

133:2 Seven spirits of the earth and heaven, the daughters of Hea (Enki).

136:3 “Nusku (Enlil‘s chancellor),” a budding or blooming rub or branch, the wand of the Queen, used in magical incantations, which was called the plant of Nusku, the divining-rod.

137:4 See Accadian songs, “C. I. W. A” vol. ii. 16, and translated by Mr. Sayce in “Records of the Past, vol. xi. pp. 154, 155.

137:5 “Kara!” cry out, sing, shout.

137:6 “Sa-lum-mat-u na-si,” lift up the shadows, or be joyful.

138:7 “Our corn is bearded.” This refers to the heads of wheat which are bearded. See translation by Mr. Sayce, “the corn is bearded.” (“Records of the Past,” vol. xi. p. 156.)

 

COLUMN II

THE KING ON LEAVING THE HAPPY HALLS MEETS UR-HEA, THE BOATMAN OF THE SEER KHASISADRA–THEY BUILD A SHIP AND EMBARK ON AN UNKNOWN SEA, AND ON THEIR VOYAGE PASS THROUGH THE WATERS OF DEATH

And Izdubar turned from the Halls and goes

Toward a fountain in the park, whence flows

A merry stream toward the wood. He finds

An ax beside the fount, and thoughtful winds,

Through groves of sandal-wood and mastic-trees

And algum, umritgana. Now he sees

The sig-a-ri and ummakana, pines,

With babuaku; and ri-wood brightly shines

Among the azuhu; all precious woods

That man esteems are grown around, each buds

Continuous in the softened, balmy air.

He stops beneath a musrilkanna where

The pine-trees spread toward the glowing sea,

Wild mingled with the surman, sa-u-ri.

The King, now seated, with himself communes,

Heeds not the warbling of the birds, and tunes

Of gorgeous songsters in the trees around,

But sadly sighing gazes on the ground:

“And I a ship must build; alas! I know

Not how I shall return, if I thus go.

The awful Flood of Death awaits me there,

Wide-stretching from this shore–I know not where.”

He rests his chin upon his hand in thought,

Full weary of a life that woe had brought;

He says: “When I remember Siduri,

Whose heart with fondest love would comfort me

Within these Happy Halls, why should I go

To pain and anguish, death, mayhap, and woe?

But will I thus desert my kingdom, throne?

For one I know not! What! my fame alone!

Mine honor should preserve! and royal state!

Alas! this Fame is but a dream of—Fate!

A longing after that which does not cheer

The heart. Applause of men, or thoughtless sneer,

Is naught to me, I am alone! Alone!

This Immortality cannot atone

For my hard fate that wrings mine aching heart.

I long for peace and rest, and I must start

And find it, leave these luring bright abodes,–

I seek the immortality of gods.

This Fame of man is not what it doth seem,

It sleeps with all the past, a vanished dream.

My duty calls me to my kingdom, throne!

To Khasisadra (Noah) go, whose aid alone

Can save my people from an awful fate

That hangs above them, born of Fiends of hate.

And I shall there return without my seer!

I live; and he is dead. Why did I hear

His words advising me to come? Alas!

I sadly all my weary days shall pass;

No one shall love me as my seer, my friend.

But what said Siduri?–There comes an end

At last to sorrow, joy will hopeful spring

On wings of Light! Oh, how my heart will sing!

I bless ye all, ye holy spirits here!

Your songs will linger with me, my heart cheer;

Upon my way I turn with joy again!

How true your joyful song! your memory then

Will keep me hopeful through yon darkened way;

How bright this land doth look beside the sea!”

He looks across the fields; the river glows

And winds beside taprani-trees, and flows

By teberinth and groves of tarpikhi

And ku-trees; curving round green mez-kha-i,

Through beds of flowers, that kiss its waves and spring

Luxuriant,–with songs the groves far ring.

Now thinking of the ship, he turns his eyes,

Toward the fountain,–springs up with surprise!

“‘Tis he! the boatman comes! Ur-Hea comes!

And, oh! at last, I’ll reach the glistening domes

Of Khasisadra‘s palaces,–at last

My feet shall rest,–upon that land be placed.”

And now Ur-Hea nearer makes his way,

And Izdubar addressing him, doth say:

“Ur-Hea is thy name? from yonder sea

Thou comest, from the seer across the way?”

“Thou speakest truth, great Sar, what wouldst thou have?”

“How shall I Khasisadra reach? The grave

He hath escaped, Immortal lives beyond,

For I to him upon my way am bound;

Shall I the waters cross or take my way

Through yon wide desert, for I start this day?”

“Across the sea we go, for I with thee

Return to him,–I know the winding way.

Thine ax of bronze with precious stones inlaid

With mine, we’ll use beneath the pine-trees’ shade.”

And now, within the grove a ship they made,

Complete and strong as wise Ur-Hea bade.

They fell the pines five gar in length, and hew

The timbers square, and soon construct a new

And buoyant vessel, firmly fixed the mast,

And tackling, sails, and oars make taut and fast.

Thus built, toward the sea they push its prow,

Equipped complete, provisioned, launch it now.

An altar next they raise and thus invoke

The gods, their evil-workings to revoke:

1 O Lord of Charms, Illustrious! who gives

Life to the Dead, the Merciful who lives,

And grants to hostile gods of Heaven return,

To homage render, worship thee, and learn

Obedience! Thou who didst create mankind

In tenderness, thy love round us, oh, wind!

The Merciful, the God with whom is Life,

Establish us, O Lord, in darkest strife.

O never may thy truth forgotten be,

May Accad‘s race forever worship thee.”

One month and fifteen days upon the sea,

Thus far the voyagers are on their way;

Now black before them lies a barren shore,

O’ertopped with frowning cliffs, whence comes a roar

Of some dread fury of the elements

That shakes the air and sweeping wrath foments

O’er winds and seas.

And see! a yawning cave,

There opens vast into a void dislave,

Where fremèd shadows ride the hueless waves.

Dread Ninazu (Ereshkigal‘s son, Sadarnunna‘s spouse)

whose deathless fury craves

For hapless victims lashes with a roar

The mighty seas upon that awful shore.

The Fiends of Darkness gathered lie in wait,

With Mammitu (Inanna?), the goddess of fierce hate,

And Gibil (Enki‘s son, god of fire, kilns)2 with his spells, and Nibiru 3

The twin-god of black Fate, and grim Nusku (Enlil’s chancellor) 4

The keeper of red thunders, and Urbat (unidentified?)5

The dog of Death, and fiend of Queen Belat (Bau? unidentified?); 6

And Nuk-khu (unidentified), and the black-browed Ed-hutu (unidentified?)7

The gods of darkness here with Tsi-lat-tu. 8

And see! Dark Rimmon (Adad) 9 o’er a crag alone!

And Gibil with his blasting malisoun,

Above with his dark face maleficent,

Who wields a power o’er men omnipotent

Forlore! forlore! the souls who feel that blast

Which sweeps around that black forbidding coast!

Fierce whirling storms and hurricanes here leap,

With blasting lightnings maltalent and sweep

The furious waves that lash around that shore,

As the fierce whirl of some dread maëlstrom’s power!

Above the cavern’s arch! see! Ninip (Ninurta) 10 stands!

He points within the cave with beckoning hands!

Ur-Hea cries: “My lord! the tablets 1 say,

That we should not attempt that furious way!

Those waters of black death will smite us down!

Within that cavern’s depths we will but drown.”

“We cannot go but once, my friend, that road,”

The hero said, “‘Tis only ghosts’ abode!”

“We go, then, Izdubar, its depths will sound,

But we within that gloom will whirl around,

Around, within that awful whirlpool black,–

And once within, we dare not then turn back,–

How many times, my friend, I dare not say,

‘Tis written, we within shall make our way.”

The foaming tide now grasped them with its power,

And billowed round them with continuous roar;

Away! they whirl! with growing speed, till now

They fly on lightnings’ wings and ride the brow

Of maddened tempests o’er the dizzy deep.

So swift they move,–the waves in seeming sleep

Beneath them, whirling there with force unseen.

But see! Updarting with a sulphurous gleen,

The hag of Death leaps on the trembling prow!

Her eyes, of fire and hate, turns on them now!

With famine gaunt, and haggard face of doom,

She sits there soundless in the awful gloom.

“O gods!” shrieked Izdubar in his despair,

Have I the god of Fate at last met here?

Avaunt, thou Fiend! hence to thy pit of Hell!

Hence! hence! and rid me of thy presence fell!”

And see! she nearer comes with deathless ire,

With those fierce, moveless, glaring eyes of fire!

Her wand is raised! she strikes!

“O gods!” he screams;

He falls beneath that bolt that on them gleams,

And she is gone within the awful gloom.

Hark! hear those screams!

“Accurst! Accurst thy doom!”

And lo! he springs upon his feet in pain,

And cries:

“Thy curses, fiend! I hurl again!”

And now a blinding flash disparts the black

And heavy air, a moment light doth break;

And see! the King leans fainting ‘gainst the mast,

With glaring eyeballs, clenched hands,–aghast!

Behold! that pallid face and scaly hands!

A leper white, accurst of gods, he stands!

A living death, a life of awful woe,

Incurable by man, his way shall go.

But oh! the seer in all enchantments wise

Will cure him on that shore, or else he dies.

And see! the vessel’s prow with shivering turns,

Adown the roaring flood that gapes and churns

Beneath like some huge boiling cauldron black,

Thus whirl they in the slimy cavern’s track.

And spirit ravens round them fill the air,

And see! they fly! the cavern sweeps behind!

Away the ship doth ride before the wind!

The darkness deep from them has fled away,

The fiends are gone!–the vessel in the spray

With spreading sails has caught the glorious breeze,

And dances in the light o’er shining seas;

The blissful haven shines upon their way,

The waters of the Dawn sweep o’er the sea!

They proudly ride tip to the glowing sand,

And joyfully the King springs to the land.

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Footnotes

This remarkable prayer is to be found among a collection of prayers which are numbered and addressed to separate deities.. It seems that the prayers were originally Accadian, and were afterward adopted by the Assyrians, and made to apply to one god (Hea). Professor Oppert and Professor Sayce think, however, that they are connected in one hymn to Hea (Enki). This may have been so after the Assyrians adopted them, but they are distinct, and addressed to separate gods. The one we have selected is addressed to Hea, the Creator of Mankind, Sayce edition Smith’s “C. A. G.,” pp. 75 to 80. The one we have selected is found at the top of page 77, idem.

“Gibil,” the god of fire, of spells and witchcraft. (Enki‘s son)

“Nibiru,” the god of fate, and ruler of the stars. (Planet Nibiru, home of the Anunnaki)

“Nusku,” the gatekeeper of thunders. (Enlil’s son & chancellor)

“Urbat,” the dog of Death.

“Belat” or “Allat,” the Queen of Hades. (Ereshkigal)

“Ed-hutu,” god of darkness.

“Tsi-lat-tu,” shades of night.

“Rimmon,” god of storms. (Adad)

“Ninip,” god of bravery and war. (Ninurta)

“Tablets.” This may mean charts or scrolls similar to the charts used by modern navigators. Babylon communicated with all nations in commerce.

 

COLUMN III

KHASISADRA ON THE SHORE SEES THE VESSEL COMING, AND RETURNING TO HIS PALACE, SENDS HIS DAUGHTER MUA TO WELCOME IZDUBAR–MEETING OF THE KING AND SAGE

Beneath a ku-tree Khasisadra (Noah) eyes

The spreading sea beneath the azure skies,

An agèd youth with features grave, serene,

Matured with godly wisdom; ne’er was seen

Such majesty, nor young, nor old,–a seer

In purpose high. The countenance no fear

Of death has marred, but on his face sublime

The perfect soul has left its seal through time.

“Ah, yes! the dream was clear, the vision true,

I saw him on the ship! Is it in view?

A speck! Ah, yes! He comes! he comes to me

My son from Erech comes across the sea!”

Back to his palace goes the holy seer,

And Mua (Noah‘s daughter) 1 sends, who now the shore doth near;

As beautiful as Waters of the Dawn,

Comes Mua here, as graceful as a fawn.

The King now standing on the glistening sand,

Beholds the beauteous Mua where she stands,

With hands outstretched in welcome to the King,

“O thou sweet spirit, with thy snowy wing,

Oh, where is Khasisadra in this land?

I seek the aid of his immortal hand.”

“Great Sar,” said Mua (Noah‘s daughter), “hadst thou not a seer,

That thou shouldst come to seek my father here?”

“‘Tis true, my daughter dear, a seer had I,

Whom I have lost,–a dire calamity;

By his advice and love I undertake

This journey. But alas! for mine own sake

He fell by perils on this lengthened way;

He was not strong, and feared that he should lay

Himself to rest amid the mountains wild.

He was a warrior, with him I killed

Khumbaba, Elam’s king who safely dwelt

Within a forest vast of pines, and dealt

Destruction o’er the plains. We razed his walls–

My friend at last before me dying falls.

Alas! why did my seer attempt to slay

The dragons that we met upon the way,

He slew his foe, and like a lion died.

Ah, me! the cause, when I the gods defied,

And brought upon us all this awful woe;

In sorrow o’er his death, my life must flow!

For this I came to find the ancient seer,

Lead me to him, I pray, if he lives here.”

Then Mua leads him through the glorious land

Of matchless splendor, on the border grand

Of those wide Happy Fields that spread afar

O’er beaming hills and vales, where ambient air

With sweetest zephyrs sweeps a grand estrade,

Where softest odors from each flowering glade

Lull every sense aswoon that breathes not bliss

And harmony with World of Blessedness.

‘Neath trees of luring fruits she leads the way,

Through paths of flowers where night hath fled away,

A wilderness of varied crystal flowers,

Where fragrance rests o’er clustering, shining bowers.

Each gleaming cup its nectared wine distils,

For spirit lips each chalice ever fills.

Beyond the groves a lucent palace shone

In grandest splendor near an inner zone;

In amethyst and gold divinely rose,

With glories scintillant the palace glows.

A dazzling halo crowns its lofty domes,

And spreading from its summit softly comes

With grateful rays, and floods the balustrades

And golden statues ‘neath the high arcades;

A holy palace built by magic hand

With wondrous architecture, portals grand,

And aurine turrets piled to dizzy heights,

Oh, how its glory Izdubar delights!

Beneath majestic arcades carved, they pass,

Up golden steps that shine like polished glass,

Through noble corridors with sculptured walls,

By lofty columns, archways to the halls

Of glories, the bright harbinger of fanes

Of greater splendor of the Heavenly plains.

Beneath an arch of gems the King espies

A form immortal, he who death defies.

Advancing forth the sage his welcome gives,

“‘Tis Izdubar who comes to me and lives!”

Embracing him he leads him in a room,

Where many a curious graven tablet, tome,

And scrolls of quaint and old forgotten lore

Have slept within for centuries of yore.

The tablets high are heaped, the alcoves full,

Where truth at last has found a welcome goal.

In wisdom’s room, the sage his guest has led,

And seats him till the banquet high is spread;

Of Izdubar he learns his journeys great,

How he for aid has left his throne of state.

The maid now comes, him welcomes to the hall

Of banquets, where are viands liberal,

And fruits, immortal bread, celestial wines

Of vintage old; and when the hero dines,

They lead him to his private chamber room

That overlooks the wondrous garden’s bloom

Across the plain and jasper sea divine,

To Heaven’s mountains rising sapphirine.

Four beauteous streams of liquid silver lead

Across the plain; the shining sea they feed;

The King reclines upon his couch at rest,

With dreams of happiness alone is blest.

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Footnotes

“Mua,” the waters of the dawn, the daughter of Khasisadra (Noah).

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COLUMN IV

THE KING IS CURED BY THE INCANTATIONS OF KHASISADRA (Noah) AND HE BECOMES IMMORTAL

When Izdubar (Gilgamesh) awakes, they lead the way

To the bright fount beside the jasper sea.

The seer, with Mua (Noah‘s daughter) and Ur-Hea, stands

Beside the King, who holily lifts his hands

Above an altar where the glowing rays

Of sacred flames are curling; thus he prays:

“Ye glorious stars that shine on high,

Remember me! Oh, hear my cry,

Su-ku-nu (unidentified?), bright Star of the West!

Dil-gan (unidentified?), my patron star, oh, shine!

O Mar-bu-du (unidentified?), whose rays invest

Dear Nipur with thy light divine,

The flames that shines, upon the Waste!

O Papsukul, thou Star of Hope,

Sweet god of bliss, to me, oh, haste,

Before I faint and lifeless drop!

O Adar (unidentified?) Star of Ninazu (Ereshkigal‘s son),

Be kind! O Ra-di-tar-tu-khu (unidentified?).

Sweet U-tu-ca-ga-bu (unidentified?), dear Star

With thy pure face that shines afar!

Oh, pardon me! each glorious Star!

Za-ma-ma (unidentified?), hear me! O Za-ma-ma!

Ca-ca-ma u Ca-ca-ma.”

Remember him! O dear Za-ma-ma!

Ca-ca-ma u Ca-ca-ma.”

As Izdubar doth end his holy prayer

He kneels, and they now bear his body where

A snowy couch doth rest beneath a shrine

That stands near by the glowing fount divine,

And Khasisadra lifts his holy hands,

His incantation chants, and o’er him stands.

“O Bel (Enlil), Lord of An-nu-na-ci (Anunnaki),

O Nina, Hea’s (Enki‘s) daughter! Zi!

This Incantation aid,

Remember us, Remember!

Ye tempests of High Heaven, be still!

Ye raging lightnings, oh, he calm!

From this brave man his strength is gone,

Before thee see him lying ill!

Oh, fill with strength his feeble frame,

O Ishtar (Inanna), shine from thy bright throne!

From him thine anger turn away,

Come from thy glowing mountains, come!

From paths untrod by man, oh, haste!

And bid this man arise this day.

With strength divine as Heaven’s dome,

His form make pure and bright and chaste!

The evil curse, oh, drive away!

Go! A-sac-cu-kab-bi-lu, go!

O Nam-ta-ru-lim-nu, 1 oh, fly!

U-tuc-cu-lim-nu from him flow!

A-lu-u-lim-nu, hence! Away!

E-ci-mu-lim-nu, go! thou fiend!

Fly, Gal-lu-u-lim-nu (unidentified?), afar!

Fly from his head! his life! I send

Thee, fiend! depart from Izdubar!

Go from his forehead, breast, and heart,

And feet! Avaunt! thou fiend! Depart!

Oh, from the Curse, Thou Spirit High!

And Spirit of the Earth, come nigh!

Protect him, may his spirit fly!

O Spirit of the Lord of Lands,

And Goddess of the Earthly Lands,

Protect him! raise with strength his hands!

Oh, make him as the Holy Gods,

His body, limbs, like thine Abodes,

And like the Heavens may he shine!

And like the Earth with rays divine!

Quick! with the khis-ib-ta to bring

High Heaven’s Charm–bind round his brow!

The sis-bu place around his hands!

And let the sab-u-sat bright cling!

The mus-u-kat lay round him now,

And wrap his feet with rad-bat-bands,

And open now his zik-a-man

The sis-bu cover, and his hands

The bas-sat place around his form!

From baldness and disease, this man

Cleanse, make him whole, head, feet, and hands!

O Purity, breathe thy sweet charm!

Restore his health and make his skin

Shine beautifully, beard and hair

Restore! make strong with might his loins!

And may his body glorious shine

As the bright gods!–

Ye winds him bear!

Immortal flesh to his soul joins!

Thou Spirit of this man! Arise!

Come forth with joy! Come to the skies!”

And lo! his leprosy has fled away!

He stands immortal,–purged! released from clay!

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Footnotes

“Su-ku-nu” or “Kak-si-di,” the star of the West.

“Nipur,” the city from which Izdubar came.

“Adar,” the star of Ninazu, the goddess of death, who cursed him with leprosy in the cavern. This star was also called “Ra-di-tar-tu-khu.”

“U-tu-ca-ga-bu,” the star with the white or pure face.

“Za-ma-ma,” another name for Adar. This is the deity for whom Izdubar or Nammurabi built the great temple whose top, in the language of the Babylonians, reached the skies. It was afterward called the “Tower of the Country” or “Tower of Babylon.” This was perhaps the Tower of Babel. He also restored another temple called “Bite-muris,” which was dedicated to the same goddess.

“Amen and amen!” The word amen” is usually repeated three times.

The response of the priest Khasisadra.

“Zi,” spirits.

See “T. S. B. A.,” vol. ii. p. 31.

“A-sac-cu-kab-bi-lu,” evil spirit of the head.

“Nam-ta-ru-lim-nu,” evil spirit of the life or heart.

“U-tuc-cu-lim-nu,” evil spirit of the forehead.

“A-lu-u-lim-nu,” evil spirit of the breast.

“E-ci-mu-lim-nu,” evil spirit of the stomach.

“Gal-lu-u-lim-nu,” evil spirit of the hands.

“Khis-ib-ta,” a strip of parchment or linen on which was inscribed a holy text, a charm like that used by the Jews, a philactery.

“Sis-bu,” the same as the preceding.

“Sab-u-sat,” was perhaps a holy cloth, also inscribed in the same manner.

“Mus-u-kat” was also of the same character as the preceding.

“Rad-bat-bands,” similar bands to the khis-ib-ta.

“Zik-a-man,” this is unknown, it perhaps was the inner garment.

“Bas-sat,” supposed to be the outside or last covering placed over the person so treated. That some such ceremony was performed in the case of Izdubar seems to be undoubted. See “Trans. Soc. Bib. Arch.,” vol., ii. 31; also Sayce’s edition “C. A. of G,” p. 290.

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COLUMN V

IZDUBAR FALLS IN LOVE WITH MUA, AND OFFERS HER HIS HAND

O Mua! (Noah‘s daughter) thou bright Waters of the Dawn!

Oh, where art thou?” one cries as he doth run

Through the bright garden. See! ’tis Izdubar!

Immortal! glorious! our King of War!

And now in love is seeking Mua here.

He scarcely treads the ground as he comes near;

A glow of youth immortal on his cheek,

A form that sorrow, death, will never seek

Within these Happy Fields, his eyes with light

That Love alone may give, show his delight.

A dazzling pillared vista round him shines,

Where golden columns bear the bowering shrines,

With gemmèd domes that clustering round him rise,

‘Mid fruit-trees, flashing splendors to the skies.

He goes through silver grots along a zone,

And now he passes yonder blazing throne,

O’er diamond pavements, passes shining seats

Whereon the high and holy conclave meets

To rule the empires vast that spread away

To utmost bounds in all their vast array.

Around the whole expanse grand cestes spread

O’er paths sidereal unending lead.

As circling wheels within a wheel they shine,

Enveloping the Fields with light divine.

A noontide glorious of shining stars,

Where humming music rings from myriad cars,

Where pinioned multitudes their harps may tune,

And in their holy sanctity commune.

And see! here Mua comes! she stops and waits

Within a gesdin bower beside its gates. .

Around, above her spreads a flowering vine,

And o’er a ruby fountain almandine.

And on a graven garnet table grand,

Carved cups of solid pearl and tilpe 1 stand.

A Zadu 2 reservoir stands near, which rounds

The fount wherein the fragrant nectar bounds.

The ground is strewn with pari 3 gems and pearls,

Wherefrom the light now softly backward hurls

Its rays o’er couches of paruti 4 stone,

Soft cushioned, circling in the inner zone

Beside the shining kami-sadi way, 5

Where nectar fountains in their splendor play.

The path leads far along Life’s beauteous stream,

That ever through this World of joy doth gleam.

And see! the hero comes! and now doth near

The maiden, where with Love she waits him here.

She flings a flowering garland, weaves it round

His form as he comes by! He turns around,

And she enwraps his breast and arms, and says:

“Dear Izdubar! and thus my lover strays!

I’ll bind thee with this fragrant chain to keep

Thee ever by my side! thy pleasant sleep

Hath kept my lover from my side too long!”

“O thou sweet spirit, like a warbling song

Thy words are to my heart! I sought for thee,

And thy bright face and presence did not see;

I come to tell thee that I must return,

When from thy father all the past shall learn.”

“And wilt thou go from me to earth again?

No! no! dear Izdubar, I thee enchain!”

“‘Tis true, my love, I must return to men;

My duty calls me to my throne again.”

“Dear Izdubar! my friend! my love! my heart!

I cannot let thee from my soul depart!

Thou shinest in my breast as some bright star!

And shall I let thee from me go afar?”

“But Mua, we immortal are (2/3 Divine), and we

There might return; and thou on earth shalt see

The glories of my kingdom,–be my queen!

Upon a couch I’ll seat thee, there to reign

With me, my beauteous queen,–beside me sit;

And kings will come to us and kiss thy feet.

With all my wealth I’ll clothe thee, ever love

Thee, fairest of these glorious souls that move

Within this Happy World. My people there

Shall love us,–ever drive away all care!”

         When Mua heard him offer thus his hand,

         She then unbinds him,–thoughtful now doth stand.

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Footnotes

“Tilpe,” precious gem known only to the Babylonians.

“Zadu,” a precious gem known only to the Babylonians.

“Pari,” an unknown gem.

“Paruti,” an unknown gem.

“Kami-sadi,” way, a path paved with unknown gems. These precious stones are mentioned on the various inscriptions in the list of precious jewels with gold, diamonds, pearls, etc., taken as spoils from their enemies.

 

COLUMN VI

MUA’S ANSWER

Sweet Mua lifts her eyes toward the heights

That glow afar beneath the softened lights

That rest upon the mountain’s crystalline.

And see! they change their hues incarnadine

To gold, and emerald, and opaline;

Swift changing to a softened festucine

Before the eye. And thus they change their hues

To please the sight of every soul that views

Them in that Land; but she heeds not the skies,

Or glorious splendor of her home; her eves

Have that far look of spirits viewing men

On earth, from the invisible mane,

That erstwhile rests upon the mortal eye,–

A longing for that home beyond the sky;

A yearning for that bliss that love imparts,

Where pain and sorrow reach no mortal hearts.

A light now breaks across her beauteous face;

She, turning, says to him with Heavenly grace:

“Dear Izdubar, thou knowest how I love

Thee, how my heart my love doth daily prove;

And, oh, I cannot let thee go alone.

I know not what awaits each soul there gone.

Our spirits often leave this glorious land,

Invisible return on earth, and stand

Amidst its flowerets, ‘neath its glorious skies.

Thou knowest every spirit here oft flies

From earth, but none its secrets to us tell,

Lest some dark sorrow might here work its spell.

And, oh, I could not see dark suffering, woe

There spread, with power none to stop its flow!

I saw thee coming to us struck with fire,

Oh, how to aid thee did my heart desire!

Our tablets tell us how dread sorrow spreads

Upon that world and mars its glowing meads.

But, oh, so happy am I, here to know

That they with us here end all sorrow, woe.

O precious Izdubar! its sights would strike

Me there with sadness, and my heart would break!

And yet I learn that it is glorious, sweet!

To there enjoy its happiness,–so fleet

It speeds to sorrowing hearts to turn their tears

To joy! How sweet to them when it appears,

And sends a gleam of Heaven through their lives!

No! no! dear heart! I cannot go! It grieves

Thee! come, my dear one! quick to us return;

We here again will pair our love, and learn

How sweet it is to meet with joy again;

How happy will sweet love come to us then!”

She rests her head upon his breast, and lifts

Her face for Love’s sweet kiss, and from them drifts

A halo o’er the shining gesdin-trees

And spreads around them Heaven’s holy rays.

He kisses her sweet lips, and brow, and eyes,

Then turns his gaze toward the glowing skies:

“I bless thee, for thy sweetest spirit here!

I bless this glorious land, that brings me near

To one that wafts sweet Heaven in my heart;

From thy dear plains how can my soul depart?

O Mua, Mua! how my heart now sings!

Thy love is sweeter than all earthly things!

I would I were not crowned a king!–away

From this bright land–here would I ever stay!

As thou hast said, I soon will here return;

The earth cannot withhold me from this born,

And soon my time allotted there will end,

And hitherward how happy I will wend!”

“And when thou goest, how my love shall there

Guard thee, and keep thy heart with Mua here.

Another kiss!”

Her form doth disappear

Within the garden, gliding through the air.

He seats himself upon a couch and rests

His head upon his hand, and thought invests

Him round. His memory returns again

To Erech’s throne, and all the haunts of men.

He rises, turns his footsteps to the halls,

And thoughtful disappears within its walls.