I sang on Cedar Mountain, I rejoiced beneath the sky. Ran in glee on the grassy peak, Like an eagle, soon to fly. I called the name of Enki From old Sumerian stone, Saw the bright necklace of Ishtar Who shines in the sky alone. Enki built a submarine, Made from bended substance strange, Black bars and ordinary wood, Submerged from sight, out of range. Wise god Enki in his boat, Built without windows or doors, Sailed far, deep beneath the ocean, Till he came to other shores. There his own people landed, Children to whom he was king, Of the first civilizations, To new lands he them did bring.…