Baal Cycle

Bull El, Father And Lady Athirat of the Sea replies
Listen, Qudshu-wa-Amrur
Fisher of Lady Athirat of the Sea
Tie the donkey, bind the mule;
Set ropes of silver
Bridles of gold;
Prepare my ass.
Qudshu-wa-Amrur obliges.
He ties the donkey, binds the mule;
He arranges ropes of silver
Bridles of gold;
He prepares her ass.
Qudshu-wa-Amrur fastens
Positions Athirat on a donkey's back
On the beautiful back of a mule
Qudshu begins to glow
Amrur, like a star.
Ahead Young Anat leads
While Baal ascends Sapan's peak.
Now she travels
To El at the River's springs
Among the Deeps' streams.
She reaches El's mountain and enters
The tent of the King, the Father of Years.
At El's feet she bows and prostrates
She honors him.
There El notices her
He smiles and laughs.
He stamps his feet on the footstool
And twirls his fingers. He raises his voice and asks
Why has Lady Athirat of the Sea arrived?
Why has the Creatress of the Gods come?
Are you famished from your travels
Or are you parched from your journey?
Eat or drink:
Consume food from the tables
Sip wine from goblets From a golden cup, the blood of trees.⁠a
Or does El the King's 'hand' excite you
The love of the Bull stir you?
And Lady Athirat of the Sea replies:
Your decree, El, is wise
You possess eternal wisdom Victory is your decree.
Our king is Mightiest Baal
Our ruler, with none above him.
All of us will gift him
All of us will offer him a cup.
In sorrow he calls to Bull El, his Father
To El, the King who created him. He cries to Athirat and her sons
The goddess and her brood:
For Baal lacks a house like the gods
A court like Athirat's sons.
El's dwelling is his children's shelter
The dwelling of Lady Athirat of the Sea
The dwelling of the Noble Brides
The dwelling of Pidray, Daughter of Light
The refuge of Tallay, Daughter of Showers
The dwelling of Arsay, Daughter of the Wide World.
And Kind El the Benevolent replies:
So am I a slave, Athirat a servant?
Am I a laboring slave
Or Athirat a servant who molds bricks?
Let a house be built for Baal like the gods