The world had no name,
No man and no God.
Two oceans there were -
Apsu, Tiamat.
They mixed their waters
In one sacred foam,
Lahmu and Lahamu - Prime Deities were born.
The story unrolled and Gods manifested.
The Good and the Evil were dimly suggested.
People were formed uncouth and ungainly,
Their destiny stamped, their souls screaming vainly.
I'm turning my face to the Universe blooming...
What do I see? The dusty sky glooming.
The funeral bells of doom I do hear...
My power's expiring and the end is near.
The world's still unnamed,
No sign of creation,
Just a playground for Gods.
No hope for salvation.
Cry out, Tiamat,
Thy waves touch bright Shamash,
Thy sorrow unveiled, the world is to vanish.