Ii

Enlil assigned dingirs their mission
The weight too great, they revolted against the most high

When the gods like men
Bore the work and suffered the toll
The toil of the gods was great
The work was heavy, the distress was much

Nammu fashioned A Wise Birthgiver from blood and clay
And Enki created four substances, four times, and four corners
To creature give life, to create a primitive worker
The mark of our essence would define him
That he may bear the yoke assigned

You have slaughtered a God together
With his personality
I have removed your heavy work
I have imposed your toil on man

In the clay God and Man
Shall be bound
To a unity brought together
So that to the end of days
The Flesh and the Soul
Which in a God have ripened
That soul in a blood-kinship be bound