The counsellors and chieftains wildly cry Around the throne, "All hail _izzu sar-ri_ Of Su-bar-tu!" and shouting leave the halls To summon Accad's soldiers from the walls To hear the war proclaimed against their foes, And Accad's war-cry from them loud arose. King Izdubar Heabani warmly prest Within his arms upon his throbbing breast, And said, "Let us to the war temple go, That all the gods their favor may bestow." The seer replied, "Tis well! then let us wend Our way, and at the altar we will bend,-- To Ishtar's temple, where our goddess queen Doth reign, seek her propitious favor, then In Samas' holy temple pray for aid To crush our foe;--with glory on each blade, Our hands will carry victory in war." The chiefs, without the temple, join their Sar. [Footnote 1: "Rab-sak-i," chief of the high ones, chief of the seers and counsellors; prime minister.] [Footnote 2: "Twenty kaspu," 140 miles; each kaspu was seven miles, or two hours' journey.] [Footnote 3: "Six gars," 120 feet; each gar was a twenty-foot measure. Khumbaba's walls were thus 120 feet high and forty feet thick--much like the walls of Babylon.] [Footnote 4: "Nipur" was one of the cities of Izdubar's kingdom, from whence he came to the rescue of Erech.] [Footnote 5: "Man-u-ban-i," a tree or shrub of unpleasant odor mentioned by Heabani. See Sayce's revised edition Smith's "Chald. Acc. of Genesis," p. 254. The fragment translated by Mr. Sayce should be placed in another position in the epic.] [Footnote 6: "Amaranti," amaranth. "Immortal amaranth."--"Par. Lost."] COLUMN III THE KING WORSHIPS AT THE SHRINE OF ISHTAR [1]The richest and the poorest here must stay, Each proud or humble maid must take her way; To Ishtar's temple grand, a lofty shrine, With youth and beauty seek her aid divine. Some drive in covered chariots of gold, With courtly trains come to the temple old. With ribbons on their brows all take their seats, The richer maid of nobles, princes, waits Within grand chambers for the nobler maids; The rest all sit within the shrine's arcades. Thus fill the temple with sweet beauties, crones; The latest maids are the most timid ones.