God Ninurta Şiiri - Kasım Kobakçı

God Ninurta from his reflection in the water recreated me,
Take him out of the well where Yusuf was thrown,
I don't know which one touched,
The mark of angels on my chin.

With the scent of myrrh on my skin being taken to Jesus,
It wasn't God's first victory,
Which one gave birth to me and the others.

I'm on top of Ağadat again,
With my sharpest sword in hand.
Maybe Fenrir will be freed from his shackles with his turmeric eyes,
His cry was heard from Lebedos, from Larissa.