Oh, pray! oh, pray! And to the gods thy offerings bring, And pray! and pray! The sea is roaring at thy feet, The storms are coming, rain and sleet; To all the gods, Oh, pray to them! oh, pray! _Chorus_ To all the gods, Oh, pray to them! oh, pray! Thy city we will bless, O Sar! With joy, with joy! And prosper thee in peace and war With joy, with joy! And bless thee every day and night, Thy kingly robes keep pure and bright; Give thee bright dreams, O glorious king of war! _Chorus_ Give thee bright dreams, O glorious king of war! And if thy hand would slay thy foes In war, in war! With thee returning victory goes In war, in war! We grant thee victory, my King; Like marshes swept by storms, we bring Our power to thee With victory in war! _Chorus_ Our power to thee With victory in war! And if thou wouldst the waters pass, The sea, the sea! We'll go with thee in every place, With thee, with thee! To Hea's halls and glorious throne, Where he unrivalled reigns alone, To Hea go Upon his throne of snow. _Chorus_ To Hea go Upon his throne of snow. And if thine anger rules thy heart As fire, as fire! And thou against thy foes would start With ire, with ire! Against thy foes thy heart be hard, And all their land with fire be scarred, Destroy thy foes! Destroy them in thine ire! _Chorus_ Destroy thy foes! Destroy them in thine ire! And lo! young Siduri hath disappeared, And with the Zisi crowned she now appeared; The corn-gods in a crescent round their queen, She waves before the king her Nusku[3] green, And sings with her sweet voice a joyful lay, And all the Zisi join the chorus gay: [4]A heifer of the corn am I, Kara! Kara![5] Yoked with the kine we gayly fly, Kara! Kara! The ploughman's hand is strong and drives The glowing soil, the meadow thrives! Before the oxen Sa-lum-mat-u na-si.[6] _Chorus_ Before the oxen Sa-lum-mat-u na-si. The harvesters are in the corn! Kara! Kara! Our feet are flying with the morn, Kara! Kara! We bring thee wealth! it is thine own! The grain is ripe! oh, cut it down! The yellow grain Sa-lum-mat-u na-si. _Chorus_ The yellow grain Sa-lum-mat-u na-si. The fruit of death, oh, King, taste it not! Taste not! taste not! With fruit of Life the land is fraught Around! around! The fruit of Life we give to thee And happiness, oh, ever see. All joy is thine Through Earth and Heaven's bound. _Chorus_ All joy is thine Through Earth and Heaven's bound.