Condemning the Moongod Nanna

Here is one poem by history's first poet, the priestess of Inanna, Enheduanna. The rectangular stone is the cuneiform version of this poem, and the circular stone is a representation of Enheduanna (she's first in line).


Condemning the Moongod Nanna

As for me, my Nanna ignores me.
He has taken me to destruction,
To the alleys of murder.
Ashimbabbar has not judged me wrong.
If he had, what do I care?
If he had, what do I care?
I am Enheduanna.
I was triumphant, glorious,
But he drove me from my sanctuary.
He made me escape like a swallow
From the window.
My life is in flames.
He made me walk through the brambles
On the mountain.
He stripped me of the crown correct
For a high priestess.
He gave me a dagger and a sword,
And said :
"Turn them against your own body.
They are made for you."