Sumerian King's Warning
Tread softly on my grave,
You men of Western Lands,
Do not defile my temples
With searching, unclean hands,
Do not disturb Sumerian nobles
And irk my goddess of the moon
Who buried lies beneath the ashes
Of my great land
Which met its end too soon.
I was a great King once,
My name was Ur-Nammu,
Before my word
The ancients trembled,
My friends I raised,
My enemies I slew.
Sumerian lands lie buried
Beneath the sands of time,
Like all civilizations
Must in this world decline.
Tread softly on my grave
You men of Western Lands,
For some day
Other men from other places
Will dig
Where your civilization stands.
Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz
You men of Western Lands,
Do not defile my temples
With searching, unclean hands,
Do not disturb Sumerian nobles
And irk my goddess of the moon
Who buried lies beneath the ashes
Of my great land
Which met its end too soon.
I was a great King once,
My name was Ur-Nammu,
Before my word
The ancients trembled,
My friends I raised,
My enemies I slew.
Sumerian lands lie buried
Beneath the sands of time,
Like all civilizations
Must in this world decline.
Tread softly on my grave
You men of Western Lands,
For some day
Other men from other places
Will dig
Where your civilization stands.
Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz
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