See my friend the land, how it lies,

The sea is like the gardener's ditches.

Up they rose to Anu's heaven,

Came to the gate of Anu, Bel and Ea....

Come, my friend, let me bear thee to Ishtar,

To Ishtar, the queen, shalt thou go, and dwell at her feet.

On my side lay thy side,

Grasp my wing-feathers with thy hands.

On his side he laid his side,

His feathers he grasped with his hands.