| » | 4 Anonymous 2021-01-22T10:23:47 [ImgOps] [iqdb]File: images (7).jpeg (JPEG, 15.06KB, 225x224)  | [Enkidu indeed] they took to his doom.
[But you,] you toiled away, and what did you achieve?
You exhaust yourself with ceaseless toil,
you fill your sinews with sorrow,
'bringing forward the end of your days.
Man is snapped off like a reed in a canebrake! The comely young man, the pretty young woman
- all [too soon in] their [prime] Death abducts them!
No one at all sees Death
no one at all sees the face [of Death,]
no one at all [hears] the voice of Death
Death so savage, who hacks men down.
'Ever do we build our households,
ever do we make our nests,
ever do brothers divide their inheritance,
ever do feuds arise in the land.
'Ever the river has risen and brought us the flood,
the mayfly floating on the water.
On the face of the sun its countenance gazes, then all of a sudden nothing is there!
'The abducted and the dead, how alike is their lot!
But never was drawn the likeness of Death, never in the land did the dead greet a man.
'The Anunnaki, the great gods, held an assembly,
Mammitum, maker of destiny, fixed fates with them:
both Death and Life they have established,
but the day of Death they do not disclose |
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Father is right there, a pipe in his mouth, his face covered with wrinkles. As he turns his head, he smiles in a way that calms me. Then he tousles my hair.
The sun is shining and I’m sitting on father’s shoulders, high up in the air, laughing happily. Back then, I didn’t know that my laughter was my father’s happiness.
I don’t want to see his strong, steady hands slowly grow thin and wrinkled….
remember when you raised your hand at me, sir, and I glared back furiously. I fought back, then left and slammed the door. I never saw your trembling body, and the look of disappointment in your eyes.
One rainy evening, I was sick in bed. I opened my blurry eyes to see you, your hair white, prostrating in front of the statues of the gods, praying for me to be restored to health. You bustled about, you sold everything, all to make sure that I recovered properly.
When I saw that, my hands started to shake, and my heart tore. I wanted to open my mouth and say… father, I was wrong.
In the past, I viewed myself as incredible. Sir, you said many things back then. You tried to involve yourself in my affairs, but at that time, I felt that you had changed from before. I felt that I was capable of flying on my own.
But then, my wings were broken, and I became very exhausted. After flying for a long time, I suddenly looked back and thought of you, sir, and about all the things you told me. By the time I looked back, however, all I could see was your tomb. I stood in front of your tomb and wept. I wanted to say: “Father… I was wrong.”
In the past, I looked down at you, then turned away, leaving you to prove myself. Years later, after I conquered the world, I came back to you in all my glory to look at your shocked face. Instead, what I saw was how proud you were of me, sir. Pain filled my heart. By that time, your hair had long since become white. I embraced my aged father, and whispered:
“Father, I’m back."
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