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.

    Our corn immortal there is high
        And ripe! and ripe! 
    And ever ripens ’neath that sky
        As gold! as gold! 
    Our corn is bearded,[7] thus ’tis known,
    And ripens quickly when ’tis grown. 
        Be joy with thee,
    Our love around thee fold!

    Chorus

        Be joy with thee,
    Our love around thee fold!

    Our King from us now goes, now goes! 
        Away! away! 
    His royal robe behind him glows
        Afar! afar! 
    Across the waves where Hea reigns
    The waters swollen he soon gains! 
        To our great seer,
    He sails to him afar!

    Chorus

        To our great seer,
    He sails to him afar!

    And he will reach that glorious land
        Away! away! 
    Amid our fruit-trees he will stand
        That day! that day! 
    Our fruit so sweet the King will eat,
    Nor bitter mingle with the sweet. 
        In our seer’s land
    That glows afar away!

    Chorus

        In our seer’s land
    That glows afar away!

The singing spirits from them fled, and he
Alone stood thinking by young Siduri.