Where are you going,Gilgamesh?
The immortality you seek you will not find.
When the gods created man, the allotted death,
Keeping immortality for themselves.
Eat and drink, Gilgamesh; dance, be merry,
Bathe in clear wather and put on fresh clothes;
Cherish the little child that holds your hand;
And let your wife find love in your bosom;
For these are the joys of mankind.