| 1 | Then She (the Virgin Anath) sets face toward the Lord of Saphon's crest |
| 2 | By the thousand acres, |
| 3 | Yea the myriad hectares. |
| 4 | The Virgin Anath laughs. |
| 5 | She lifts Her voice And shouts: "Be informed, Baal! |
| 6 | Thy news I bring! |
| 7 | A house shall be built for Thee as for Thy brothers, |
| 8 | Even as a court as for Thy kin! |
| 9 | The mountains will bring Thee much silver. |
| 10 | The hills, the choicest of gold; |
| 11 | The mines will bring Thee precious stones, |
| 12 | And build a house of silver and gold. |
| 13 | A house of lapis gems!" |
| 14 | Aliyan Baal rejoices. |
| 15 | The mountains bring Him much silver, |
| 16 | The mines bring Him precious stones. |
| 17 | Kothar-u-Khasis is sent. |
| 18 | After Kothar-u-Khasis arrived, |
| 19 | He sets an ox in front of Him. |
| 20 | A fatling directly before Him. |
| 21 | A chair is placed, |
| 22 | And He is seated |
| 23 | At the right of Aliyan Baal, |
| 24 | Until They have eaten And drunk. |
| 25 | And Aliyan Baal declares: "Hurry, let a house be built. |
| 26 | Hurry, let a palace be erected! |
| 27 | Hurry, let a house be built. |
| 28 | Hurry, let a palace be erected |
| 29 | In the midst of the heights of Saphon! |
| 30 | A thousand acres the house is to comprise, |
| 31 | A myriad hectares, the palace!" |
| 32 | And Kothar-u-Khasis declares: |
| 33 | "Hear, O Aliyan Baal! |
| 34 | Percieve, O Rider of Clouds! |
| 35 | I shall surely put a window in the house, |
| 36 | A casement in the midst of the palace!" |
| 37 | And Aliyan Baal replies: "Do not put a window in the house, |
| 38 | A casement in the midst of the palace! |
| 39 | Let not Pidray, girl of Light, |
| 40 | Nor Tallay, girl of rain, |
| 41 | Be seen by El's beloved Yam Nahar!" |
| 42 | The Lord reviles and spits. |
| 43 | And Kothar-u-Khasis replies: "Thou wilt return, Baal, to My word." |
| 44 | Of ceders His house is to be built, |
| 45 | Of bricks is His palace to be erected. |
| 46 | He goes to Lebabob and it's trees, |
| 47 | To Syria and the choicest of it's cedars. |
| 48 | Lo, Lebanon and it's trees, |
| 49 | Syria and it's cedars. |
| 50 | Fire is set on the house, |
| 51 | Flame on the palace. |
| 52 | Behold a day and a second, |
| 53 | The fire eats into the house, |
| 54 | The flame into the palace. |
| 55 | A fifth, a sixth day, |
| 56 | The fire eats into the house, |
| 57 | The flame in the midst of the palace. |
| 58 | Behold, on the seventh day, |
| 59 | The fire departs from the house, |
| 60 | The flame from the palace. |
| 61 | Silver turns from blocks, |
| 62 | Gold is turned from bricks. |
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