“To Tammuz, the husband of thy youth, From year to year thou causest bitter weeping. Thou lovedst the bright-coloured Allala bird, Thou smotest him and brokest his wings, He stayed in the forests crying, ‘My wings!’ Thou lovedst also a lion, perfect in strength, By sevens didst thou cut wounds in him. Thou lovedst also a horse, glorious in war, Harness, spur, and bit (?) thou laidest upon him, Seven _kaspu_ (49 miles) thou madest him gallop, Distress and sweat thou causedst him, To his mother Silili thou causedst bitter weeping. Thou lovedst also a shepherd of the flock, Who constantly laid out before thee rich foods (?), Daily slaughtering for thee suckling kids, Thou smotest him and changedst him to a jackal, His own shepherd-boy drove him away, And his dogs bit his limbs. Thou lovedst also Išullanu, thy father’s gardener, Who constantly transmitted (?) thy provisions (?), Daily making thy dishes bright. Thou raisedst thine eyes to him, and preparedst food. ‘My Išullanu, divide the food, let us eat, And stretch forth thine hand, and taste of our dish.’ Išullanu said to thee: ‘Me, what (is this that) thou askest me? My mother, do not cook (this), I have never eaten (of it)— For should I eat foods of enchantments and witcheries? [Food bringing?] cold, exhaustion, madness (?)?’ Thou heardest this [the speech of Išullanu], Thou smotest him, and changedst him into a statue (?), Thou settest him in the midst of (thy) dom(ain?), He raiseth not the libation-vase, he descendeth (?) not.... And as for me, thou wouldst love me and (make me) even as these!”