Poem 105: Shutur eli sharri, First Tablet

Go to Uruk, the enclosure,
      O Enkidu,
where people array themselves in gorgeous festal attire
where each day is a holiday
[badly damaged]
misshapen phenomena
away
[damaged]
overlapping tablets

and passages
many of them objectionable
and these by some strange logic are in Latin
to escape the notice
of degenerates

the shepherds gather around him
the wild cow of the enclosures
narrative spontaneously
erupts
from his
major malfunction

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but inspect the brickwork
see if the foundation be not of burnt
brick
see if the seven did not
lay this foundation

but in the end
the wild cow of the enclosures
must die

[the compiler rested from his labors]