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Utnapishtim's Tragedy"O father, dear father!" cried the youth, full of joy,
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"What wonders my kinsmen do tell!
A man, no, a god rules in Uruk this year
Whose great deeds ring out like a bell!"
"Yes yes, my good son," spoke the father most wise,
"I am sure that your stories are grand;
Yet your time here is short, from the city you came
So relax and enjoy the good land."
"But father, my father," the youth did insist,
"The king is a legend in full;
He breaks the great trees and contends with the giant
And destroys the Heavenly Bull."
"Bull of Heaven?" spoke he who was longer in years,
"There is none save the Maker thereof;
Methinks I have met with this man whom you know
For he wished of me truth from Above."
"Did you really," said he, "meet the great king of Ur
In whom gods rejoice and condemn?
What wisdom learnt he from your anointed lips,
You, who are Father of Men?"
"My son," chuckled he who was weary of world,
"Anything but the truth would suffice;
He thought immortality a thing to be gained