Aqhat

He arrived at the town of Abilum, Abilum,
the town of Prince Yarih. He lifted his voice
and cried out: “Woe to you, town of Abilum,
for near you Aqhat the hero was struck down!
May Baal make you blind, from now
and forever, now for every generation!
[…] the staff of his hand.”
Danel arrived at his house; he came,
Danel, to his palace. There entered
weeping women into his palace, mourning women into his courtyard, those who
gash the skin. They wept for Aqhat
the hero; they shed tears for the child of Danel the man
of healing, for days, for months,
for months, for years, until
seven years. They wept for Aq-
hat the hero; they shed tears for the child
of Danel the man of healing. Then in the seventh
year [Danel the man] of healing spoke,
the hero, [the devotee of Hrnm,] replied. He lifted
his voice and cried out: “[Leave] my [house],
weeping women, my palace, mourning women,
my courtyard, you who gash the skin!” And he offered
a sacrifice to the gods; he sent up his incense
to the heavens, the incense of the devotee of Hrnm to the
stars. […]
[…]
cymbals, dancers […] to [his] house.
And Pughat, who carries water on her shoulder, spoke:
“My father has offered a sacrifice to the gods,
he has sent up his incense to the heavens,
the incense of the devotee of Hrnm to the stars.
Bless me, and I will go blessed;
strengthen me, and I will go strengthened.
I will strike the one who struck my brother, finish off the one
who finished off my mother’s child.” And Dan-
el the man of healing answered: “May Pughat live,
who carries water on her shoulder, who gathers from the barley
the dew, who knows the course of the stars. […]
May she live! She will strike the one who struck [her brother],
finish off the one who finished off the child of […]”
[…] in the sea she bathed,
and she rouged herself with the shell of the sea,
whose source is a thousand fields out in the sea. [Underneath]
she put on the clothes of a warrior; she put […] in
her sheath; a sword she put in [her] scabbard,
and over (it) she put on the clothes of a woman.⁠a
At sunset, the Lamp of the Gods, Shapshu, [went down];
Pughat […] the fields. At the [setting]
of the Lamp of the Gods, Shapshu, [she] arrived,
Pughat, at the tents. Word was [brought] to Yatpan:
“Our employer has come into your tent; [Pughat]
has come into the tents.” And Yatpan, the [warrior]
of the Lady, answered: “Take, and give me wine to drink. Take
the cup from my hand, the goblet from my right hand.” She
took, Pughat, and gave him drink; she took [the cup] from his hand,
the goblet from his right hand. And Yatpan the warrior
of the Lady answered: “With wine […]
who owns the tents. The hand that struck Aqhat the
hero will strike thousands of the foe. […]
[…] to the tents […]
[…] like a serpent […] she filled it; twice she gave him the mixture to drink, she gave him drink.
Here one returns to the recitation.