"Fearing death I roam over the steppe;
The matter of my friend rests heavy upon me.
How can I be silent? How can I be still?
My friend, whom I loved, has turned into clay,
Must I, too, like him, lay me down
Not to rise again for ever and ever?"
The matter of my friend rests heavy upon me.
How can I be silent? How can I be still?
My friend, whom I loved, has turned into clay,
Must I, too, like him, lay me down
Not to rise again for ever and ever?"
— Extract from the ‘The Epic of Gilgamesh’, Ancient Iraq - George Roux (via littlehistorythings)
