Of Ishtar and the transfiguration of Tiamat
Of a land between two rivers, sing I
I—The divine coronated of the eight stars
Etched by the men from Mars,
I—a star Venus
Alone I stood ahead of Cetus.
Carved in clays and stones,
For the sinuous serpent had me lacking bones.
In a chest of seashells
Gold and skin mold,
My feet of stones shattered
Of the standoff, what mattered?
I am near collapsing.