Ninĝišzida's journey to the nether world

"The river of the nether world produces no water, no water is drunk from it. (1 ms. adds:) Why should you sail? The fields of the nether world produce no grain, no flour is eaten from it. (1 ms. adds:) Why should you sail? The sheep of the nether world produce no wool, no cloth is woven from it. (1 ms. adds:) Why should you sail? As for me, even if my mother digs as if for a canal, I shall not be able to drink the water meant for me. The waters of springtime will not be poured for me as they are for the tamarisks; I shall not sit in the shade intended for me. The dates I should bear like a date palm will not reveal (?) their beauty for me. I am a field threshed by my demon -- you would scream at it. He has put manacles on my hands -- you would scream at it. He has put a neck-stock on my neck -- you would scream at it."