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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 283 pages of information about Babylonian and Assyrian Literature.

The Su-khu-li[1] with tinkling bells proclaim,
“Our Sar would speak!  Our king of mighty fame,”
Who says:  “My chieftains, lords, our seer requests
A test of strength before assembled guests;
Unarmed requires your Sar-dan-nu to slay
The Mid-an-nu[2] which he hath brought to-day. 
So stand aside, my friends, behold the test! 
Your Sar will satisfy his seer and guest.” 
The monster now is brought before the king,
Heabani him unchains to let him spring
Upon the giant king.  His chieftains stand
In terror looking at their monarch grand,
Who smiling stands, his eyes on the beast fixed;
While they in wildest terror are transfixed.

Heabani claps his hands towards the king,
And the wild beast upon his form doth spring. 
The giant grasps its throat in high mid-air,
[3]And holds it ’neath his arm without a fear. 
With sullen choking roars it struggling dies,
While shouts of joy from all the guests arise. 
The mighty deed of strength the seer appals,
And at the feet of Izdubar he falls: 
“Immortal king! illustrious of men! 
Thy glorious strength reveals the gods again
On earth.  To thee I bow in reverent fear,
A god returned thou art!  O Erech, hear! 
Of kingdoms thou art blessed with grandest fame,
That thou among thy kings a god can name.” 
Again they gathered round the festal board,
And joy and revelry they soon restored. 
The revels high are raised o’er sparkling wine;
Through all the night they praise their king divine.

[Footnote 1:  “Su-khu-li,” the attendants.]

[Footnote 2:  “Mid-an-nu,” carnivorous animal, supposed to be a lion, the pet of the seer.]

[Footnote 3:  This feat of Izdubar is portrayed on the bas-relief in the Louvre Museum, Paris, from the Khorsabad sculpture, and is also copied in Sayce’s edition of Smith’s “Chaldean Account of Genesis.” opposite p. 175.]

TABLET IV[1]—­COLUMN I

THE ANNUAL SALE OF THE MAIDENS OF BABYLON

Hail holy union! wedded love on earth! 
The highest bliss which crowns us from our birth,
Our joy! the mainspring of our life and aims,
Our great incentive when sweet love inflames
Our hearts to glorious deeds and ever wreathes
Around our brows, the happy smile that breathes
Sweet fragrance from the home of holy love,
And arms us with a courage from above.

O Woman!  Woman! weave thy love around
Thy chosen lover, who in thee hath found
A loveliness and purity so sweet,
That he doth watch for coming of the feet
That brings him happiness and thrill his heart—­
For one, of all thy kind who can impart
To him the holiest bliss, the sweetest joy,
That e’er can crown his life so tenderly;
He worships thee within a holy fane,
Let not his hope and joy be all in vain!

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