Carrying your harp of sighs, You breathe out the music of mourning. It was in your service That I first entered The holy temple, I, Enheduanna, The highest priestess. I carried the ritual basket, I chanted your praise. Now I have been cast out To the place of lepers. Day comes, And the brightness Is hidden around me.
Shadows cover the light, Drape it in sandstorms.
My beautiful mouth knows only confusion. Even my sex is dust. This is your greatness. You alone are the High One. O my Lady, Beloved of Heaven, I have told your fury truly.