Dumuzid's dream

"Grieve, grieve, O countryside, grieve! O countryside, grieve! O marshes, cry out! O xx crabs of the river, grieve! O frogs of the river, cry out! My mother will call to me, my mother, my Durtur, will call to me, my mother will call to me for five things, my mother will call to me for 10 things: if she does not know the day when I am dead, you, O countryside, can inform my mother who bore me. Like my little sister may you weep for me."