That he may go and meet the evil foe.
Gaga went, strode on his way,
Humbly before Lachmu and Lachamu, the gods, his fathers,
He paid his homage and kissed the ground,
Bent lowly down and to them spake:--
Anshar, your son, has sent me,
Told me the desire of his heart.
[Gaga then repeats Anshar's message at length, and the narrative proceeds.]
Lachmu and Lachamu heard and were afraid,
The Igigi all lamented sore: