Lyrics

Waiting

(The Priests tend to the body of Enkidu for burial; Gilgamesh kneeling motionless before him)

Chief priest: Lay him out there on the bed
Food in the bowl
Place the chair there on the left
Rest for his soul

(chorus)
Attendant 1: Have you seen how the king will not leave him at all?

Attendant 2: It’s the same thing each day

Attendant 3: For seven days we’ve waited

Attendant 2: I cannot go or stay

Attendant 1: Just pretend you don’t hear when the king’s heart opens

Chief Priest: Grant him song, perfume the air,
Flutes of carnelian
Wash his feet, put sandals on
This too must be done

(chorus)

Chief Priest: Light a fire, come bring the lamp
Set it by his chair
Enkidu, etemmu,
You’ll find your way there