GILGAMESH went abroad in the world, but he met with none who could withstand his arms till be came to
Uruk. But the men of Uruk muttered in their houses, ‘Gilgamesh sounds the tocsin for his amusement, his arrogance
has no bounds by day or night. No son is left with his father, for Gilgamesh takes them all, even the children; yet the
king should be a shepherd to his people. His lust leaves no virgin to her lover, neither the warrior's daughter nor the
wife of the noble; yet this is the shepherd of the city, wise, comely, and resolute.'
The gods heard their lament, the gods of
heaven cried to the Lord of Uruk, to Anu the god of
Uruk: ‘A goddess made him, strong as a savage bull,
none can withstand his arms. No son is left with his
father, for Gilgamesh takes them all; and is this the
king, the shepherd of his people? His lust leaves no
virgin to her lover, neither the warrior's daughter nor
the wife of the noble. When Anu had heard their
lamentation the gods cried to Aruru, the goddess of
creation, ‘You made him, O Aruru; now create his
equal; let it be as like him as his own reflection, his
second self; stormy heart for stormy heart. Let them
contend together and leave Uruk in quiet.'
So the goddess conceived an image in her
mind, and it was of the stuff of Anu of the
firmament. She dipped her hands in water and
pinched off clay, she let it fall in the wilderness, and
noble Enkidu was created. There was virtue in him
of the god of war, of Ninurta himself. His body was
rough, he had long hair like a woman's; it waved
like the hair of Nisaba, the goddess of corn. His
body was covered with matted hair like Samugan's,
the god of cattle. He was innocent of mankind; he
knew nothing of the cultivated land.
Enkidu ate grass in the hills with the gazelle
and lurked with wild beasts at the water-holes; he
had joy of the water with the herds of wild game.
But there was a trapper who met him one day face to
face at the drinking-hole, for the wild game had
entered his territory. On three days he met him face
to face, and the trapper was frozen with fear. He
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THE EPIC OF GILGAMESH
FantasyTHE EPIC OF GILGAMESH is the earliest epic story in history