King of Uruk
Added 2025-04-01 20:53:22 +0000 UTC“How would my cheeks not be wasted, nor my face dejected, Nor my heart wretched, nor my appearance worn out, . . .
Enkidu my friend was the hunted mule, wild ass of the mountain, leopard of open country.
We who met and scaled the mountain, Seized the Bull of Heaven and slew it,
Demolished Humbaba who dwelt in the Pine Forest, Killed lions in the passes of the mountains, . . .
Enkidu my friend whom I love so much, who experienced every hardship with me—
The fate of mortals conquered him! For six days and seven nights I wept over him, . . . I was frightened. I am afraid of Death, and so I roam open country. . . .
The words of Enkidu my friend weigh upon me. . . .
How, O how could I stay silent, how, O how could I keep quiet? My friend whom I love has turned to clay:
Enkidu my friend whom I love has turned to clay. Am I not like him? Must I lie down too,
Never to rise, ever again?”
- The Epic of Gilgamesh
