My brother's blood covered the altar, and smelled sweet
not by God's grace but mine own will I live, in pride
Tammuz guide me,
Inanna greet me
at the going down of the sun and in the morning
nothing will be restrained from me which I have imagined to do
my gimlet will pierce the heavens
And if vanity, then departure.
And if children, then heirs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Is this from GILGAMESH? It seems somewhat recognizable...