Gilgameš and Ḫuwawa (Version A)

Sumerian literature (ETCSL) · 1 - Narrative and mythological compositions · 325 sections

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dumu ⌈iri{ki}⌉-na mu-un-de3-re7-eš-am3
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ur-gir15 tur-tur-gin7 ĝiri3-ni-še3 šu ba-an-dub2-dub2-me-eš
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en-ki-du10 im-zig3 ma2-mu2-da in-bu-luḫ u3-sa2-ga-am3
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igi-ni šu bi2-in-gur10 niĝ2-me-ĝar sug4-ga-am3
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šu mu-un-tag-ge nu-mu-un-na-an-zi-zi-i
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gu3 mu-un-na-de2-e inim nu-mu-ni-ib-gi4-gi4
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i3-nu2-na i3-nu2-na
You who have gone to sleep, you who have gone to sleep! Gilgameš, young lord of Kulaba, how long will you sleep for? The mountains are becoming indistinct as the shadows fall across them; the evening twilight lies over them. Proud Utu has already gone to the bosom of his mother Ningal. Gilgameš, how long will you sleep for? The sons of your city who came with you should not have to wait at the foot of the hills. Their own mothers should not have to twine string in the square of your city.
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{d}gilgameš2 en TUR kul-aba{ki}-a en3-še3 i3-nu2-de3-en
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kur ba-an-suḫ3-suḫ3 ĝissu ba-an-la2
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an-usan še-er-še-er-bi im-ma-DU
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{d}utu ur2 ama-ni {d}nin-gal-še3 saĝ il2-la mu-un-ĝen
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{d}gilgameš2 en-še3 i3-nu2-de3-en
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dumu iri{ki}-za mu-un-de3-re7-eš-am3
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ur2 ḫur-saĝ-ĝa2-ka nam-ba-e-de3-gub-bu-ne
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ama ugu-bi tilla2 iri{ki}-za-ka eš2 nam-bi2-ib-sar-re
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ĝeštug2 zid-da-na ba-e-sig10
He thrust that into his right ear; he covered him with his aggressive words as if with a cloth , laid them out like linen . He gathered picked up in his hand a cloth with thirty shekels of oil on it and smothered rubbed it over Gilgameš's chest. Then Gilgameš stood up like a bull on the great earth. Bending his neck downwards, he yelled at him:
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inim nam-ur-saĝ-ĝa2-ka-ni tug2-gin7 mu-ni-in-dul ga-da-gin7 im-in-ĝar
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tug2 30 giĝ4 i3-a šu mu-un-niĝin2-niĝin2 mu-ni-il2 gaba-na im-ma-da-dul ba-an-bur
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gud-gin7 ki gal-la ba-e-gub
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gu2 ki-še3 bi2-in-ĝar KA ba-an-da-sig10
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zi ama ugu-ĝu10 {d}nin-sumun2-ka a-a-ĝu10 kug {d}lugal-ban3-da
By the life of my own mother Ninsumun and of my father, holy Lugalbanda! Am I to become again as if I were slumbering still on the lap of my own mother Ninsumun?
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du10-ub ama ugu-ĝu10 {d}nin-sumun2-ka u3-sa2 dug4-ga-gin7 ḫa-ma-dim2-ma
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2-kam-ma-še3 in-ga-nam-mu-na-ab-be2
A second time he spoke to him: By the life of my own mother Ninsumun and of my father, holy Lugalbanda! Until I discover whether that person was a human or a god, I shall not direct back to the city my steps which I have directed to the mountains.
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zi ama ugu-ĝu10 {d}nin-sumun2-ka a-a-ĝu10 kug {d}lugal-ban3-da
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en-na lu2-bi lu2-u18-lu ḫe2-a im-ma-zu-a-a-aš diĝir ḫe2-a im-ma-zu-a-aš
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ĝiri3 kur-še3 gub-ba-ĝu10 iri{ki}-še3 ba-ra-gub-be2-en
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arad zi ba-an-dug3 nam-til3 ba-an-ku7-ku7
The slave, trying to ameliorate the situation, trying to make life appear more attractive, answered his master:
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lugal-a-ni-ir inim mu-ni-ib-gi4-gi4
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lugal-ĝu10 za-e lu2-ba igi nu-mu-ni-in-du8-a šag4 nu-mu-ni-dab5-be2-en
My master, you have not yet really seen that person, he should not vex you. -- But he vexes me -- me, who have seen him before. His pugnacious mouth is a dragon's maw; his face is a lion's grimace. His chest is like a raging flood; no one dare approach can escape from his brow, which devours the reedbeds. A man-eating lion, he never wipes away the blood from his slaver. (1 line fragmentary) …… a lion eating a corpse, he never wipes away the blood (3 lines fragmentary) Travel on, my master, up into the mountains! -- but I shall travel back to the city. If I say to your mother about you He is alive!, she will laugh. But afterwards I shall say to her about you He is dead!, and she will certainly weep over you bitterly . …… replied to ……:
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ĝe26-e lu2-ba igi mu-ni-du8-a šag4 mu-ni-dab5-be2-en
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ur-saĝ ka-ga14-ni ka ušumgal-la-kam
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igi-ni igi piriĝ-ĝa2-kam
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ĜIŠ.GABA-a-ni a-ĝi6 du7-du7-dam
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saĝ-ki-ni ĝiš-gi bi2-gu7-a lu2 nu-mu-da-teĝ3-ĝe26-e-dam nu-mu-un-da-kar-re-de3
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uš11-da-a ur-maḫ lu2 gu7-a uš2 nu-ra-gid2-de3
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[…] MAŠ UŠ-am3
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[…] ⌈ur⌉-maḫ ad6 ! uš2-am3 nu-ra-gid2-de3
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[…] gu7 […]
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[…] lugal KA NA […]
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[…] X X ⌈KA⌉ […]
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lugal-ĝu10 za-e kur-še3 u5-a ĝe26-e iri{ki}-še3 ga-u5
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ama-zu-ur2 i3-til3-zu ga-na-ab-dug4 zu2-zu2 ḫe2-li9-li9
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eĝer-ra ba-uš2-zu ga-na-ab-dug4 er2-zu er2 gig ḫe2-še8-še8
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[…] mu-na-ni-ib-gi4-gi4
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ĝar-ra en-ki-du10 lu2 2-e nu-uš2-e {ĝiš}ma2-da-la2 nu-su-su
Look, Enkidu, two people together will not perish! A grappling-pole does not sink! No one can cut through a three-ply cloth! Water cannot wash someone away from a wall! Fire in a reed house cannot be extinguished! You help me, and I will help you -- what can anyone do against us then? When it sank, when it sank, when the Magan boat sank, when the magilum barge sank, then at least the life-saving grappling-pole of the boat was rescued was not allowed to sink ! Come on, let's get after him and get a sight of him!
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tug2 3 tab-ba lu2 nu-kud-de3
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bad3-da a lu2 nu-šu2-šu2
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e2 gi-sig-ga izi nu-te-en-te-en
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za-e ĝe26-e taḫ-ma-ab ĝe26-e za-e ga-ra-ab-taḫ a-na-me lu2 ba-an-tum3
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ba-su-a-ba ba-su-a-ba
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ud {ĝiš}ma2 ma2-gan{ki} ba-su-a-ba
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{ĝiš}ma2-gur8 {ĝiš}ma2-gi4-lum ba-su-a-ba
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{ĝiš}ma2-da-la2 {ĝiš}ma2 zi-šag4-ĝal2-la-ka šag4 ĝal2-la i3-in-dab5 la-ba-ni-ib-su
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ĝa2-nam-ma ga-an-ši-re7-en-de3-en igi ḫu-mu-ni-ib-du8-ru-en-de3-en
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tukum-bi in-ši-re7-en-de3-en
If we go after him, there will be terror! There will be terror. Turn back! There will be blood! There wil be blood! Turn back!
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ni2 i3-ĝal2 ni2 i3-ĝal2 gi4-a
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umun2 i3-ĝal2 umun2 i3-ĝal2 gi4-a
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niĝ2 šag4-zu ĝa2-nam-ma ga-an-ši-re7-en-de3-en
Whatever you may think -- come on, let's get after him!
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nitaḫ 60 nindan la-ba-teĝ3-ĝe26-e-da-aš
Before a man can approach within even sixty times six yards, Ḫuwawa has already reached his house among the cedars. When he looks at someone, it is the look of death. When he shakes his head at someone, it is a gesture full of reproach. When he speaks to someone, he should not prolong his words: You may still be a young man, but you will never again return to the city of your mother who bore you!
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ḫu-wa-wa e2 {ĝiš}erin-na-ka-ni in-ga-an-dab5
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igi mu-ši-in-bar igi uš2-a-kam
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saĝ mu-un-na-an-bul-bul saĝ nam-tag-⌈ga⌉ sug4-ga-am3
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gu3 mu-un-na-de2-a inim nam-ma-sud-[su3]-ud
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ĝuruš ba-da-me-en-na iri{ki} ama tud-da-zu nu-ub-ši-in-gur-ru-?
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{d}gilgameš2 sa-na ĝiri3-na ni2 ba-an-ri ni2 te-a-ni ba-an-ri
Fear and terror spread through his Gilgameš's sinews and his feet. He could not move (?) his feet on the ground; the big toenails of his feet stuck …… to the path (?). At his side …….
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ĝiri3-ni ki-a li-bi2-in-⌈de3⌉-gi4
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ĝiri3 umbin gal-a-ni ⌈ĝiri3⌉ [(X)] ba-an-us2
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zag-na NU11-na ba-ni-?
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i3-a lum-lum u3-luḫ-ḫa sud-sud
(Ḫuwawa addressed Gilgameš:) So come on now, you heroic bearer of a sceptre of wide-ranging power! Noble glory of the gods, angry bull standing ready for a fight! Your mother knew well how to bear sons, and your nurse knew well how to nourish children on the breast! Don't be afraid, rest your hand on the ground!
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dumu-gir15 giri17-zal diĝir-re-e-ne
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gud lipiš-tuku me3-a gub-ba
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ama-zu dumu tud-da maḫ-bi in-ga-an-zu
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emeda(UM.ME)-ga-la2-zu dumu ur2-ra ga gu7 maḫ-bi in-ga-an-zu
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ni2 na-an-teĝ3-ĝe26-e-en šu ki-a sig10-bi2-ib
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šu ki-a bi2-in-sig10 inim mu-na-ab-be2
Gilgameš rested his hand on the ground, and addressed Ḫuwawa: By the life of my own mother Ninsumun and of my father, holy Lugalbanda! No one really knows where in the mountains you live; they would like to know where in the mountains you live. Here, I have brought you En-me-barage-si, my big sister, to be your wife in the mountains.
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zi ama ugu-ĝu10 {d}nin-sumun2-ka a-a-ĝu10 kug {d}lugal-ban3-da
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kur-ra tuš-a-zu ba-ra-zu kur-ra tuš-a-zu ḫe2-zu-am3
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en-me-barag2-ge4-e-si nin9 gal-ĝu10 nam-dam-še3 kur-ra ḫu-mu-ra-ni-kur9-ra
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2-kam-ma-še3 in-ga-na-mu-na-ab-be2
And again he addressed him: By the life of my mother Ninsumun and of my father, holy Lugalbanda! No one really knows where in the mountains you live; they would like to know where in the mountains you live. Here, I have brought you Ma-tur, my little sister, to be your concubine in the mountains. Just hand over your terrors to me! I want to become your kinsman!
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zi ama ugu-ĝu10 {d}nin-sumun2-ka a-a-ĝu10 kug {d}lugal-ban3-da
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kur-ra tuš-a-zu ba-ra-zu kur-ra tuš-a-zu ḫe2-zu-am3
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MA-tur nin9 ban3-da-ĝu10 nam-lukur-še3 kur-ra ḫu-mu-ra-ni-kur9-ra-am3
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ni2-zu ba-am3-ma-ra su-za ga-an-kur9
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ni2 te-a-ni 1-am3 mu-na-ra-an-ba
Then Ḫuwawa handed over to him his first terror. Gilgameš's fellow-citizens who had come with him began to lop off the branches and bundle them together, so as to lay them down at the foot of the hills.
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dumu iri{ki} mu-un-de3-re7-eš-a
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pa-bi i3-ku5-ru-ne zu2 ba-an-keše2-re-ne
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ur2 ḫur-saĝ-ĝa2-ka mu-ni-ib-nu2-u3-ne
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[2-kam-ma-še3 in-ga-nam-mu-na-ab-be2]
And again he addressed him: By the life of my mother Ninsumun and of my father, holy Lugalbanda! No one really knows where in the mountains you live; they would like to know where in the mountains you live. Here, I have brought to the mountains for you ……. Couldn't I get close to you and your family? Just hand over your terrors to me! I want to become your kinsman! Then Ḫuwawa handed over to him his second terror. Gilgameš's fellow-citizens who had come with him began to lop off the branches and bundle them together, so as to lay them down at the foot of the hills.
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[zi ama ugu-ĝu10 {d}nin-sumun2-ka a-a-ĝu10 kug {d}lugal-ban3-da]
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[kur-ra tuš-a-zu ba-ra-zu kur-ra tuš-a-zu ḫe2-zu-am3]
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[…]
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[kur-ra ḫu-mu-ra-ni-DU-en]
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[su-zu-a nu-mu-ra-teĝ3-ĝe26-de3-en]
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[ni2-zu ba-am3-ma-ra su-zu-am3 ga-an-kur9]
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[ni2 te-a-ni 2-kam-ma mu-na-ra-an-ba]
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⌈dumu iri⌉-na mu-un-de3-[re7-eš]-⌈am3⌉
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pa-bi i3-ku5-ru-ne zu2 bi-keše2-re-⌈ne ur2 ḫur-saĝ-ĝa2-ke4⌉
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mu-ni-ib-nu2-nu2-e
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⌈3⌉-kam-ma-še3 in-ga-⌈nam⌉-[mu-na]-⌈ab⌉-be2
And a third time he addressed him: By the life of my mother Ninsumun and of my father, holy Lugalbanda! No one really knows where in the mountains you live; they would like to know where in the mountains you live. Here, I have brought to the mountains for you some eša flour -- the food of the gods! -- and a waterskin of cool water. Couldn't I get close to you and your family? Just hand over your terrors to me! I want to become your kinsman! Then Ḫuwawa handed over to him his third terror. Gilgameš's fellow-citizens who had come with him began to lop off the branches and bundle them together, so as to lay them down at the foot of the hills.
148M
⌈zi ama ugu⌉-ĝu10 {d}nin-sumun2-ka a-⌈a-ĝu10⌉ kug {d}[lugal-ban3]-⌈da⌉

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