I want my country to know of the one who has seen all things.

He who was wise and knew of everything,

He who saw secret things and disclosed what was hidden,

He who passed on to us a knowledge of days before the Flood,

Went on a long journey, came back weary but serene.

He then, engraved on a stone the story of his labours.

He built the wall of Uruk - the Enclosure,

The abode of Anu* and Ishtar*- the sacred Eanna*- he built too,

Which no king, no human being,

On the face of the earth can equal.

“Climb on the wall of Uruk,

Inspect its foundation terrace

And examine well the brickwork

See if it is not of burnt bricks?”

The gods themselves perfected Gilgamesh