Bespangled wantonly, and sculptured stone;
For Thammuz dies; bereft, the Queen of Love;
Melt into tears, O Earth, O Heaven above!
Let all the Land between the Rivers sigh,
And such as ever danced with throbbing veins
To Ishtar's music, fill the sodden sky,
With lamentation and most doleful strains.
Thammuz is dead; no more the shepherd leads
His golden flock adown Im's jewelled meads.
Proud Larsam of Chaldean cities blest,