{"collection":"Ancient Near East","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/ane/iai/iai46.htm","path":"ane/iai/iai46.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/ane/iai/iai46.htm","text":"Beneath a ku-tree Khasisadra eyes\n The spreading sea beneath the azure skies,\n An ag\u00e8d youth with features grave, serene,\n Matured with godly wisdom; ne'er was seen\n Such majesty, nor young, nor old,--a seer\n In purpose high. The countenance no fear\n Of death has marred, but on his face sublime\n The perfect soul has left its seal through time.\n\"Ah, yes! the dream was clear, the vision true,\n I saw him on the ship! Is it in view?\n A speck! Ah, yes! He comes! he comes to me\n My son from Erech comes across the sea!\"\n Back to his palace goes the holy seer,\n And Mua\u00a01 sends, who now the shore doth near;\n As beautiful as Waters of the Dawn,\n Comes Mua here, as graceful as a fawn.\nThe King now standing on the glistening sand,\n Beholds the beauteous Mua where she stands,\n With hands outstretched in welcome to the King,\n \"O thou sweet spirit, with thy snowy wing,\n Oh, where is Khasisadra in this land?\n I seek the aid of his immortal hand.\"\n \"Great Sar,\" said Mua, \"hadst thou not a seer,\n That thou shouldst come to seek my father here?\"\n\"'Tis true, my daughter dear, a seer had I,\n Whom I have lost,--a dire calamity;\n By his advice and love I undertake\n This journey. But alas! for mine own sake\n He fell by perils on this lengthened way;\n He was not strong, and feared that he should lay[paragraph continues] \nHimself to rest amid the mountains wild.\n He was a warrior, with him I killed\n Khumbaba, Elam's king who safely dwelt\n Within a forest vast of pines, and dealt\n Destruction o'er the plains. We razed his walls--\n My friend at last before me dying falls.\nAlas! why did my seer attempt to slay\n The dragons that we met upon the way,\n He slew his foe, and like a lion died.\n Ah, me! the cause, when I the gods defied,\n And brought upon us all this awful woe;\n In sorrow o'er his death, my life must flow!\n For this I came to find the ancient seer,\n Lead me to him, I pray, if he lives here.\"\nThen Mua leads him through the glorious land\n Of matchless splendor, on the border grand\n Of those wide Happy Fields that spread afar\n O'er beaming hills and vales, where ambient air\n With sweetest zephyrs sweeps a grand estrade,\n Where softest odors from each flowering glade\n Lull every sense aswoon that breathes not bliss\n And harmony with World of Blessedness.\n 'Neath trees of luring fruits she leads the way,\n Through paths of flowers where night hath fled away,\n A wilderness of varied crystal flowers,\n Where fragrance rests o'er clustering, shining bowers.\n Each gleaming cup its nectared wine distils,\n For spirit lips each chalice ever fills.\nBeyond the groves a lucent palace shone\n In grandest splendor near an inner zone;\n In amethyst and gold divinely rose,\n With glories scintillant the palace glows.\n A dazzling halo crowns its lofty domes,\n And spreading from its summit softly comes\n With grateful rays, and floods the balustrades\n And golden statues 'neath the high arcades;\n A holy palace built by magic hand\n With wondrous architecture, portals grand,[paragraph continues] \nAnd aurine turrets piled to dizzy heights,\n Oh, how its glory Izdubar delights!\nBeneath majestic arcades carved, they pass,\n Up golden steps that shine like polished glass,\n Through noble corridors with sculptured walls,\n By lofty columns, archways to the halls\n Of glories, the bright harbinger of fanes\n Of greater splendor of the Heavenly plains.\n Beneath an arch of gems the King espies\n A form immortal, he who death defies.\n Advancing forth the sage his welcome gives,\n \"'Tis Izdubar who comes to me and lives!\"\n Embracing him he leads him in a room,\n Where many a curious graven tablet, tome,\n And scrolls of quaint and old forgotten lore\n Have slept within for centuries of yore.\n The tablets high are heaped, the alcoves full,\n Where truth at last has found a welcome goal.\n In wisdom's room, the sage his guest has led,\n And seats him till the banquet high is spread;\n Of Izdubar he learns his journeys great,\n How he for aid has left his throne of state.\nThe maid now comes, him welcomes to the hall\n Of banquets, where are viands liberal,\n And fruits, immortal bread, celestial wines\n Of vintage old; and when the hero dines,\n They lead him to his private chamber room\n That overlooks the wondrous garden's bloom\n Across the plain and jasper sea divine,\n To Heaven's mountains rising sapphirine.\n Four beauteous streams of liquid silver lead\n Across the plain; the shining sea they feed;\n The King reclines upon his couch at rest,\n With dreams of happiness alone is blest.\n146:1 \"Mua,\" the waters of the dawn, the daughter of Khasisadra.","title":"Ishtar and Izdubar: Alcove II: Column III. Izdubar Greeted by Mua, Daughter of Khasisadra","type":"page"}