Reed and Dumuzi

My dream, O my sister, my dream, This is the heart of my dream! Rushes rise up all about me, rushes sprout all about me, One reed standing all alone bows its head for me, Of the reeds standing in pairs, one is removed for me, In the wooded grove, tall (?) trees rise fearsomely all about me, Over my holy hearth, water is poured, Cited from Website: Sumerian Dreaming

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