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In the first light of dawn Gilgamesh cried out, “I made you rest on a royal bed, you reclined on a couch at my left hand, the princes of the Earth kissed your feet. I will cause all the people of Uruk to weep over you and raise the dirge of the dead. The joyful people will stoop with sorrow; and when you have gone to the Earth I will let my hair grow long for your sake, I will wander through the wilderness in the skin of a lion.” The next day also, in the first light, Gilgamesh lamented; seven days and seven nights he wept for Enkidu, until the worm fastened on him. Only then he gave him up to the earth, for the Annunaki, the judges, had seized him.
