Enlil assigned dingirs their mission
The weight too great, they revolted against the most high
When the gods like men
Bore the work and suffered the toll
The toil of the gods was great
The work was heavy, the distress was much
Y Enki creó cuatro sustancias, cuatro veces, y cuatro esquinas
A la criatura dar vida, para crear un obrero primitivo
La marca de nuestra esencia lo definiría
Para que lleve el yugo asignado
You have slaughtered a God together
With his personality
I have removed your heavy work
I have imposed your toil on man
In the clay God and Man
Shall be bound
To a unity brought together
So that to the end of days
The Flesh and the Soul
Which in a God have ripened
That soul in a blood-kinship be bound