from Unknown book, Middle East Religions by Kramer?
'Woe for her husband! Woe for her son! Woe for her house! Woe for her town! For her captive husband, her captive son, For her dead husband, her dead son, For her husband lost for Uruk in captivity, Lost for uruk and Kullab in death; Who no more bathes himself in Eridu, Who no more rubs himself with soap in Enun, And whose loving mother no guardian deity serves; Who no more sweetens the work for the maidens of his town, Who no more tussles with the lads of his town, Who wields his sword no more among the guardsmen of his town, The peer, who is shown, honour no more! … my husband dwells here no longer, The shepherd, the lord Dumuzi dwells here no longer … The lord of the stall dwells here no longer… He that creates growth in the land dwells her no longer. When he lies there, sheep and lambs also are still, When he lies there, goat and kid also are still, Yea, to the dwelling place of the deep I will give heed, to the dwelling place of the mighty one I will give heed… The mighty one, in the mountain is he shut in, The mighty one, in the mountain he is vanquished. For the sake of the mighty one, the lord, I eat no meat for the lord's sake, I drink no water for the lord's sake…
A reed pipe ( the instrument) of dirges! - My heart plays a reed pipe, the instrument of dirges, For him in the desert, I, the mistress of Eanna, who lay waste the mountains, And I, Ninsur, mother of the lord, And I, Geshtinanna, daughter in law of heaven, My heart plays s reed pipe, the instrument of dirges, for him in the desert, Plays where the lad dwelt, Plays where Dumuzi dwelt, In the underworld, on the Shepherd's hill, My heart plays a reed pipe, the instrument of dirges, for him in the desert, Where the lad dwelt, he who is captive, Where Dumuzi dwelt, he who is bound, Where the ewe surrendered the lamb.