The Epic of Gilgamesh Tablet XI The Story of the Flood (Anonymous Asian Poems)
Gilgamesh spoke to Utanapishtim, the Faraway: "I have been looking at you, but your appearance is not strange—you ...
Anonymous Asian Poems (14 Poems)
The Poem of Antar (Anonymous Asian Poems)
Have the poets left in the garment a place for a patch to be patched by me;and did you know ...
The Epic of Gilgamesh Tablet VI (Anonymous Asian Poems)
He washed out his marred hair and cleaned up his equipment(?), shaking out his locks down over his back,throwing off ...
The Poem of Zuhair (Anonymous Asian Poems)
Does the blackened ruin, situated in the stony groundbetween Durraj and Mutathallam, which did not speak to me,when addressed, belong ...
Enuma Elish (When on high) (Anonymous Asian Poems)
When on high the heaven had not been named, Firm ground below had not been called by name, Naught but ...
The Epic of Gilgamesh Tablet IV (Anonymous Asian Poems)
At twenty leagues they broke for some food,at thirty leagues they stopped for the night,walking Fifty leagues in a whole ...
The Poem of Imru-Ul-Quais (Anonymous Asian Poems)
Stop, oh my friends, let us pause to weep over the remembrance of my beloved.Here was her abode on the ...
The Epic of Gilgamesh TabletIX (Anonymous Asian Poems)
Over his friend, Enkidu, Gilgamesh cried bitterly, roaming the wilderness. "I am going to die!—am I not like Enkidu?! ...
The Seven Evil Spirits (Anonymous Asian Poems)
Raging storms, evil gods are theyRuthless demons, who in heaven's vault were created, are they,Workers of evil are they,They lift ...
The Song of Songs (Anonymous Asian Poems)
I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.Look ...
Song of Creation (Anonymous Asian Poems)
Then there was neither Aught nor Nought, no air nor sky beyond.What covered all? Where rested all? In watery gulf ...
A drum beats (Anonymous Asian Poems)
A drum beats in the far temple; I think it's in the clouds.Is it above the meadow and hill, perhaps ...
My body, in its withering (Anonymous Asian Poems)
My body, in its withering, may become a lovely swallow.Under the eaves of my loved one's home I'll build my ...
Eightfold Fence. (Anonymous Asian Poems)
Eightfold rising cloudsbuild an eightfold fencean eightfold Izumo fencewherein to keep my bride—oh! splendid eightfold fence.Anonymous Asian(Anonymous Asian)