A Balbale to Inana

"These genitals, xx, like a horn, xx a great waggon, this moored Boat of Heaven xx of mine, clothed in beauty like the new crescent moon, this waste land abandoned in the desert xx, this field of ducks where my ducks sit, this high well-watered field of mine: my own genitals, the maiden's, a well-watered opened-up mound -- who will be their ploughman? My genitals, the lady's, the moist and well-watered ground -- who will put an ox there?"