A Hymn to Ninhursag

Hail Ninhursag, great lady of the mountains, mother of the natural things, sacred cow who gives her milk to bring life to the land! To you, my lady, I say hail!

Ninhursag za-mi!

Your life brings color to the land. Your milk brings living things to the valley. You nurture the living things in the quiet places. To you, great lady of life, I say hail!

Ninhursag za-mi!

Your generosity is unmatched among the gods. Your beauty is unapproachable. Your tree grows tall above the grasses. To you, great midwife of the gods, I say hail!

Ninhursag za-mi!

You bring forth life from the womb of all things. The wonder of your work is unmatched among the magic of the world. To you, lady of the embryo, I say hail!

Ninhursag za-mi!

I climb up your sacred mountain, I commune with the divine, I pour out my libation! To you, great lady of earth, I say hail!

Ninhursag za-mi!