Letra de Ii

Enlil assigned dingirs their mission The weight too great, they revolted against the most high When the gods like men Bore the work and suffered the toll The toil of the gods was great The work was heavy, the distress was much Nammu fashioned A Wise Birthgiver from blood and clay And Enki created four substances, four times, and four corners To creature give life, to create a primitive worker The mark of our essence would define him That he may bear the yoke assigned You have slaughtered a God together With his personality I have removed your heavy work I have imposed your toil on man In the clay God and Man Shall be bound To a unity brought together So that to the end of days The Flesh and the Soul Which in a God have ripened That soul in a blood-kinship be bound