Enkidu ate the bread until he was sated,
he drank the ale, a full seven goblets.
His mood became free, he started to sing,
his heart grew merry, his face lit up.
Sumptlondonsk:
Enkidu fen bravdon èt, furta ìz faalnong vas,
ìz fen aalu drang; sevon kèngmèkrond brunker.
Es maaj kakrong vakdong, sìngvonj fan nong fìvdong,
es ertav fravnong vakdong, es gisit lutong.