Thursday, April 10, 2014

A single star




One of the maids,
Falls in love with,
The wind birds of heaven,
The lovers,
Softly chant and dance around,
To cymbals, lyres until,
The rock resound,
My hips are burning for a kiss,
My love!
O'er her brow there glows,
A single star,
Queen Ishtar.

Thou,
Thou fool and dog,
Go,
Wood or grove,
Or a forest,
The god of darkness and sleep,
He is supposed to have been,
The viceroy of Khumbaba,
The darkening one,
We have given the mountains of,
The divine bird of the storm-cloud,
Mountain range of Zu,
Spirits of papyri, or reeds,
Of fate and death.

Storms and hurricanes,
Thou,
Thou fool and dog,
Go,
Wood or grove,
Or a forest,
And spells and witchcraft,
The gate-keeper of the thunder,
The god who stole the tablets of heaven,
The divine bird of the storm-cloud,
The seven wicked spirits,
In the form of men,
With faces of ravens,
Openers of the gates.

Entered late,
The king returns,
Surmised,
The strength of,
Chief disarmed now slunk away surprised,
Where you came,
I mill send thy body down,
This stream,
To yor waiting boat,
Amen and Amen and Amen,
Hea,
God of ocean, the earth surface, brightness,
The abyss,
And chief protector of men,
He that shows favor,
Remember us.

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