Quieted, the sea shrank back, and the evil wind and deluge ended.
I noticed the sea making a noise,
And all mankind had turned to corruption.
Like palings the marsh-reeds appeared.
I opened my window, and the light fell upon my face,
I fell back dazzled, I sat down, I wept,
Over my face flowed my tears.
I noted the regions, the shore of the sea,
For twelve measures the region arose.
The ship had stopped at the land of Niṣṣir.