"But what said Siduri?--There comes an end At last to sorrow, joy will hopeful spring On wings of Light! Oh, how my heart will sing! I bless ye all, ye holy spirits here! Your songs will linger with me, my heart cheer; Upon my way I turn with joy again! How true your joyful song! your memory then Will keep me hopeful through yon darkened way; How bright this land doth look beside the sea!" He looks across the fields; the river glows And winds beside taprani-trees, and flows By teberinth and groves of tarpikhi And ku-trees; curving round green mez-kha-i, Through beds of flowers, that kiss its waves and spring Luxuriant,--with songs the groves far ring. Now thinking of the ship, he turns his eyes, Toward the fountain,--springs up with surprise! "'Tis he! the boatman comes! Ur-Hea comes! And, oh! at last, I'll reach the glistening domes Of Khasisadra's palaces,--at last My feet shall rest,--upon that land be placed." And now Ur-Hea nearer makes his way, And Izdubar addressing him, doth say: "Ur-Hea is thy name? from yonder sea Thou comest, from the seer across the way?" "Thou speakest truth, great Sar, what wouldst thou have?" "How shall I Khasisadra reach? The grave He hath escaped, Immortal lives beyond, For I to him upon my way am bound; Shall I the waters cross or take my way Through yon wide desert, for I start this day?" "Across the sea we go, for I with thee Return to him,--I know the winding way. Thine axe of bronze with precious stones inlaid With mine, we'll use beneath the pine-trees' shade." And now, within the grove a ship they made, Complete and strong as wise Ur-Hea bade. They fell the pines five _gar_ in length, and hew The timbers square, and soon construct a new And buoyant vessel, firmly fixed the mast, And tackling, sails, and oars make taut and fast. Thus built, toward the sea they push its prow, Equipped complete, provisioned, launch it now. An altar next they raise and thus invoke The gods, their evil-workings to revoke: "[1]O Lord of Charms, Illustrious! who gives Life to the Dead, the Merciful who lives, And grants to hostile gods of Heaven return, To homage render, worship thee, and learn Obedience! Thou who didst create mankind In tenderness, thy love round us, oh, wind! The Merciful, the God with whom is Life, Establish us, O Lord, in darkest strife. O never may thy truth forgotten be, May Accad's race forever worship thee."