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315 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1201
鈥淚 will reveal to you a mystery, I will tell you a secret of the gods.鈥�
"賱兀賳賴 賱賷爻 賲賳 賯丿乇 丕賱廿賳爻丕賳 兀賳 賷丨賷丕 廿賱賶 丕賱兀亘丿 賵賱賰賳 賱廿賳噩丕夭丕鬲賴 兀賳 鬲禺賱丿 丕爻賲賴 賱賱兀噩賷丕賱 丕賱賱丕丨賯丞"
"As for human beings, their days are numbered, and only their achievements that could establish their name to the latter generations."
鈥極 man of Shuruppak, son of Ubar-Tutu,
demolish the house, and build a boat!
Abandon wealth, and seek survival!听
Spurn property, save life!
Take on board the boat all living things' seed!鈥�
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鈥楴o one at all sees Death,
no one at all sees the face [of Death,]
no one at all [hears] the voice of Death,
Death so savage, who hacks men down.鈥�
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'Ever do we build our households,
ever do we make our nests,
ever do brothers divide their inheritance,
ever do feuds arise in the land.'
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'Ever the river has risen and brought us the flood,
the mayfly floating on the water.
On the face of the sun its countenance gazes,
then all of a sudden nothing is there!鈥�
鈥濰angi葲a zise c膬tre el, c膬tre Ghilgame葯:
Ghilgame葯, 卯ncotro alergi tu?
Via葲a [ve葯nic膬] pe care o urm膬re葯ti tu nu se g膬se葯te.
C卯nd zeii au pl膬smuit omenirea,
Moartea au destinat-o ei pentru lume,
Via葲a [ve葯nic膬] 葯i-au p膬strat-o doar pentru ei.
Tu, Ghilgame葯, satur膬-葲i p卯ntecele
Fii vesel ziua 葯i noaptea.
脦n fiecare zi f膬 o s膬rb膬toare de petrecere,
脦n fiecare noapte c卯nt膬 葯i joac膬!鈥� (t膬bli葲a a X-a).
鈥濸e cel care a c膬zut de pe catarg l-ai v膬zut? L-am v膬zut.
Abia i-au fost scoase cuiele...
Pe cel care a murit de moarte n膬prasnic膬 l-ai v膬zut? L-am v膬zut.
El st膬 pe culcu葯 de noapte 葯i bea ap膬 curat膬.
Pe cel care a fost ucis 卯n lupt膬 l-ai v膬zut? L-am v膬zut.
Tat膬l s膬u 葯i mama sa i-au ridicat capul, iar so葲ia lui a pl卯ns pentru el, a pl卯ns pentru el...
Pe cel al c膬rui suflet n-are pe nimeni s膬 se 卯ngrijeasc膬 l-ai v膬zut? L-am v膬zut.
El m膬n卯nc膬 resturile oalei, firimituri de p卯ine ce se-arunc膬 卯n strad膬...鈥�.
鈥淸My friend, the] penis that you touched so your heart rejoiced,
grubs devour [(it) 鈥� like an] old garment.
[My friend, the crotch that you] touched so your heart rejoiced,
it is filled with dust [like a crack in the ground.]鈥�
It is an old storyThe Epic of Gilgamesh is the world鈥檚 oldest work of literature, dating back at least to 2,000 B.C. It is the story of Gilgamesh, the king of Uruk, who becomes best friends with Enkidu. They travel to the Cedar Forest and kill a monster named Humbaba, and soon thereafter also kill the Bull of Heaven to protect Uruk. But when Enkidu dies, Gilgamesh is so distraught that he crosses the Waters of Death to try to find the secret to eternal life to bring back Enkidu.
But one that can still be told
About a man who loved
And lost a friend to death
And learned he lacked the power
To bring him back to life.
It is the story of Gilgamesh
And his friend Enkidu.
鈥�
It is that inner atmosphere that hasThe Epic of Gilgamesh is a foundational work of literature. It may be a source or inspiration for numerous biblical stories, from Noah and the great flood to the idea of treacherous snakes. It鈥檚 a tale about friendship, death, grief, and living after loss鈥攆undamental experiences of being alive. I鈥檇 recommend reading first or alongside The Epic of Gilgamesh to get the fullest emotional punch from the story. Recommended.
An unfamiliar gravity or none at all
Where words are flung out in the air but stay
Motionless without an answer,
Hovering about one鈥檚 lips
Or arguing back to haunt
The memory with what one failed to say,
Until one learns acceptance of the silence
Amidst the new debris
Or turns again to grief
As the only source of privacy,
Alone with someone loved.