{"collection":"Ancient Near East","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/ane/iai/iai44.htm","path":"ane/iai/iai44.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/ane/iai/iai44.htm","text":"A gate half opened shows the silvery sea\n Yet distant shining lambent on his way.\n And now he sees young Siduri,\u00a01 whose breast\n Infuses life; all nature she hath blest,\n Whose lips are flames, her arms are walls of fire,\n Whose love yields pleasures that can never tire,\n She to the souls who joy on earth here miss,\n Grants them above a holier, purer bliss.\n The maiden sits within a holy shrine\n Beside the gate with lustrous eyes divine,\n And beckons to the King, who nearer comes,\n And near her glows the Happy Palace domes.\nAnd lo! 'tis she his lips have fondly kissed\n Within the garden, when like fleeing mist\n She disappeared with the bright spirit Seven,\u00a02\n The Sabit, who oft glide from earth to Heaven.\n And lo I one of the Seven, Sabitu,\n Emerging from the gate doth jealous view\n The coming hero who hath kissed her mate,\n She angry springs within to close the gate,\n And bars it, enters then the inner halls,\n And Izdubar to her now loudly calls,\n \"O Sabitu! what see-est thou, my maid?\n Of Izdubar is Sabitu afraid?\n Thy gate thou barrest thus before my face.\n Quick, open for me! or I'll force the brass!\"\n The maid now frightened opens wide the door.\nThe Sar and Siduri now tread the floor\n Of the bright palace where sweet joy doth reign.\n Through crystal halls 'neath golden roofs the twain\n Next go within a lofty ceilinged hall,\n With shining pearl\u00e8d columns, golden wall,\n And purple silken hangings at each door,\n With precious gems inlaid upon the floor;\n Where couches grand are spread for one to rest\n Beneath the softened rays that sweet invest\n The senses with a thrill of happiness;\n Where Siduri with joy all souls doth bless.\n The maid sits on a couch and turns her face\n Toward the King with that immortal grace\n That love to gods and men will e'er bestow.\n Their eyes now mingling with a happy glow,\n The maiden sweetly says: \"Where wouldst thou go?\n Within these Happy Halls we joy but know,\n And if thou wilt, my King, my heart is thine!\n Our love will ever bring us bliss divine.\"\n\"Alas, my maid, thy love to me is dear,\n And sad am I that I must go from here.\n I came from Erech by advice from one\n I loved more than thou canst e'er know, but gone\n From me is my Heabani, faithful seer.\n Across a desert waste have I come here,\n And he has there to dust returned,--to dust--\n O how the love of my friend I did trust!\n I would that we had never started here,\n I now must find the great immortal seer.\"\nThe maiden turns her glowing eyes on him,\n Replies: \"My King, thou knowest joy may gleam,\n Take courage, weary heart, and sing a song!\n The hour of sorrow can never be long;\n The day will break, and flood thy soul with joy,\n And happiness thy heart will then employ!\n Each day must end with all its sorrow, woe,\n Oh, sing with me, dear heart! I love thee so!\"\n And lo! the curtains flung aside, now comes\nThe joyous Sabitu from yonder rooms,\n And gathering round, a song they gayly sing,\n Oh, how with music the bright walls now ring!\n If evil thou hast done, my King,\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Oh, pray! oh, pray!\n And to the gods thy offerings bring,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And pray! and pray!\n The sea is roaring at thy feet,\n The storms are coming, rain and sleet;\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0To all the gods,\n Oh, pray to them I oh, pray!\nChorus\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0To all the gods,\n Oh, pray to them! oh, pray!\nThy city we will bless, O Sar!\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0With joy, with joy!\n And prosper thee in peace and war\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0With joy, with joy!\n And bless thee every day and night,\n Thy kingly robes keep pure and bright;\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Give thee bright dreams,\n O glorious king of war!\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Give thee bright dreams,\n O glorious king of war!\nAnd if thy hand would slay thy foes\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0In war, in war!\n With thee returning victory goes\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0In war, in war!\n We grant thee victory, my King;\n Like marshes swept by storms, we bring\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Our power to thee\n With victory in war!\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Our power to thee\n With victory in war!\nAnd if thou wouldst the waters pass,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0The sea, the sea!\n We'll go with thee in every place,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0With thee, with thee!\n To Hea's halls and glorious throne,\n Where he unrivalled reigns alone,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0To Hea go\n Upon his throne of snow.\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0To Hea go\n Upon his throne of snow.\nAnd if thine anger rules thy heart\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0As fire, as fire!\n And thou against thy foes would start\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0With ire, with ire!\n Against thy foes thy heart be hard,\n And all their land with fire be scarred,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Destroy thy foes!\n Destroy them in thine ire!\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Destroy thy foes!\n Destroy them in thine ire!\nAnd lo! young Siduri hath disappeared,\n And with the Zisi crowned she now appeared;\n The corn-gods in a crescent round their queen,\n She waves before the king her Nusku\u00a03 green,\n And sings with her sweet voice a joyful lay,\n And all the Zisi join the chorus gay:\n\u00a04 A heifer of the corn am I,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Kara! Kara!\u00a05\n Yoked with the kine we gayly fly,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Kara! Kara!\n The ploughman's hand is strong and drives\n The glowing soil, the meadow thrives!\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Before the oxen\n Sa-lum-mat-u na-si.\u00a06\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Before the oxen\n Sa-lum-mat-u na-si.\nThe harvesters are in the corn!\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Kara! Kara!\n Our feet are flying with the morn,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Kara! Kara!\n We bring thee wealth! it is thine own!\n The grain is ripe! oh, cut it down!\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0The yellow grain\n Sa-lum-mat-u na-si.\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0The yellow grain\n Sa-lum-mat-u na-si.\nThe fruit of death, oh, King, taste it not!\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Taste not! taste not!\n With fruit of Life the land is fraught\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Around! around!\n The fruit of Life we give to thee\n And happiness, oh, ever see.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0All joy is thine\n Through Earth and Heaven's bound.\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0All joy is thine\n Through Earth and Heaven's bound.\nOur corn immortal there is high\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And ripe! and ripe!\n And ever ripens 'neath that sky\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0As gold! as gold!\n Our corn is bearded,\u00a07 thus 'tis known,\n And ripens quickly when 'tis grown.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Be joy with thee,\n Our love around thee fold!\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Be joy with thee,\n Our love around thee fold!\nOur King from us now goes, now goes!\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Away! away!\n His royal robe behind him glows\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Afar! afar!\n Across the waves where Hea reigns\n The waters swollen he soon gains!\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0To our great seer,\n He sails to him afar!\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0To our great seer,\n He sails to him afar!\nAnd he will reach that glorious land\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Away! away!\n Amid our fruit-trees he will stand\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0That day! that day!\n Our fruit so sweet the King will eat,\n Nor bitter mingle with the sweet.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0In our seer's land\n That glows afar away!\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0In our seer's land\n That glows afar away!\nThe singing spirits from them fled, and he\n Alone stood thinking by young Siduri.\nThe King leaned on his bow, and eyed the maid,\n A happy look came in his eyes,--and fled,\n For lo! the curtain quick aside is pushed,\n And Sabitu within upon them rushed.\n She stately glides across the shining floor,\n And eyes them both, then turns toward the door.\n But Izdubar is equal to the task,\n With grace now smiling, of the maid doth ask:\n \"O Sabitu! wouldst thou tell me the way\n To Khasisadra? for I go this day.\n If I the sea may cross, how shall I go?\n Or through the desert? thou the path mayst know.\"\n The maiden startled looks upon his face,\n And thus she answers him with queenly grace:\n \"So soon must go? Thou canst not cross the sea,\n For thou wilt perish in the waves that way.\n Great Samas once the way of me did ask,\n And I forbade him, but the mighty task\n He undertook, and crossed the mighty deep,\n Where Death's dark waters lie in wait asleep:\n His mighty car of gold swept through the skies,\n With fiery chargers now he daily flies.\n When I approach thee, thou from me wouldst flee?\n But if thou must so soon thus go, the sea\n Perhaps thou too canst cross, if thou wilt 'void\n Death's waters, which relentless ever glide.\n But Izdubar, Ur-Hea, here hath come!\n The boatman of the seer, who to his home\n Returns. He with an axe in yonder woods\n A vessel builds to cross the raging floods.\n If thou desirest not to cross with him,\n We here will welcome thee through endless time;\n But if thou goest, may they see thy face\n Thou seekest,--welcome thee, and thy heart bless.\"\n133:1 \"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.\"\n133:2 Seven spirits of the earth and heaven, the daughters of Hea.\n136:3 \"Nusku,\" 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.\n137:4 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.\n137:5 \"Kara!\" cry out, sing, shout.\n137:6 \"Sa-lum-mat-u na-si,\" lift up the shadows, or be joyful.\n138:7 \"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.)","title":"Ishtar and Izdubar: Alcove II: Tablet VIII--Column I. The King's Adventure at the Gate of the Garden of the Gods with the Two Maidens","type":"page"}