THE SIBYL.
What answer, O Nin-ki-gal?
What answer, O Nin-ki-gal?
Have pity, O Queen of Queens!
NIN-KI-GAL
Life's fountain flows,
And still the drink is Death's;
Life's garden blows,
And still 'tis Ashtoreth's; [Footnote]
But all is Nin-ki-gal's.
I lent the drink of Day
To man and beast;
I lent the drink of Day
To gods for feast;
I poured the river of Night
On gods surceased:
Their blood was Nin-ki-gal's.
[Footnote: Hathor.]
THE SIBYL.
What sowest thou, Nin-ki-gal?
What growest thou, Nin-ki-gal?
Have pity, O Queen of Queens!
NIN-KI-GAL.
Life-seeds I sow--
To reap the numbered breaths;
Fair flowers I grow--
And hers, red Ashtoreth's;
Yea, all are Nin-ki-gal's!
THE SIBYL.
What knowest thou, Nin-ki-gal?
What showest thou, Nin-ki-gal?
Have pity, O Queen of Queens!
NIN-KI-GAL.
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