[Footnote 14: “Shal-man,” deliverer.]
[Footnote 15: “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 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![2]
The son of Bel;
thy hands didst lay
Upon Ar-ur-u, thine own queen,
With glory crowned
her on that day.
To her thy strength did give,
and blessed
Her with thy love
and a dear son;
With Ami’s strength
within his breast,
And Ninip 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,
The warrior, great
Ninip’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[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[6] he roves
Upon the sands
in warm sunbeams.