Inside the house she shone before him
Like the light of the moon.
Dumuzi looked at her joyously.
"What I tell you, Let the singer weave into song.
What I tell you, Let it flow from ear to mouth,
The Boat of Heaven,
Is full of eagerness like the young moon.
Who will plow my vulva?
Who will plow my high field?
"Great Lady, the king will plow your vulva.
I Dumuzi the King, will plow your vulva."
"Then plow my vulva, man of my heart!
Plants grew high by their side.
Grains grew high by their side.
Inanna, your breast is your field.
Your broad field pours out plants.
Your broad field pours out grain.
Water flows from on high for your servant.
Bread flows from on high for your servant.
Pour it out for me, Inanna.
"Make your milk sweet and thick, my bridegroom.
My shepherd, I will drink your fresh milk.
Wild bull, Dumuzi, make your milk sweet and thick.
"My sister, I would go with you to my garden.
Inanna, I would go with you to my garden.
I would go with you to my orchard.
I would go with you to my apple tree.
"He brought me into his garden.
My brother, Dumuzi, brought me into his garden.
I strolled with him among the standing trees,
I stood with him among the fallen trees,
I poured out plants from my womb.
I placed plants before him,
I poured out plants before him.
I placed grain before him,
I poured out grain before him.
"Last night as I, the queen, was shining bright,
Last night as I, the Queen of Heaven, was shining bright,
As I was shining bright and dancing,
My lord Dumuzi met me.
He put his hand into my hand.
He pressed his neck close against mine.
My high priest is ready for the holy loins.
My lord Dumuzi is ready for the holy loins.
Let the bed that sweetens the loins be prepared!...
He put his hand to her heart.
Sweet is the sleep of hand-to-hand.
"I bathed for the wild bull,
I bathed for the shepherd Dumuzi,
I perfumed my sides with ointment,
I coated my mouth with sweet-smelling amber,
The shepherd Dumuzi filled my lap with cream and milk,
He stroked my pubic hair,
He watered my womb.
He laid his hands on my holy vulva,
He smoothed my black boat with cream,
He quickened my narrow boat with milk,
I will caress the faithful shepherd Dumuzi,
I will caress his loins, the shepherdship of the land,
The heroic woman, greater than her mother,
Who was presented the me by Enki,
Inanna, the First Daughter of the Moon,
In combat I am your armor-bearer,
In the assembly I am your advocate,
May your heart enjoy long days....
As the shepherd, let him make the sheepfolds multiply,
Under his reign let there be vegetation,
He went with lifted head to the loins of Inanna.
He went to the queen with lifted head.
My bearer of fruit in the apple orchard, ...
My fearless one, My holy statue,...
How sweet was your allure. . . ."