To my beloved son, Dumuzi,
In the twilight of my years, as I sit beneath the sacred fig tree, I write these words upon the clay to guide you in your search for a wife. May the wisdom of the gods bless these humble lines, and may they serve you well.
In our land of Ur, where the Euphrates River flows with life and the ziggurats rise to touch the heavens, many seek beauty, wealth, and talents that dazzle the eye and ear. They yearn for wives adorned with precious gems and voices that rival the lark's song. But, my dear Dumuzi, do not be swayed by such fleeting charms. The splendor of youth fades, and the allure of riches can vanish like the morning mist.
Instead, seek the one who sees your true essence, who brings forth the noble man within you. Look for the woman who encourages your strengths, who guides you with gentle wisdom, and who stands by you with unwavering loyalty. Such a partner is a treasure beyond measure, more precious than the finest lapis lazuli.
Cherish the one who brings out the best in you, my son. In her, you will find not only a companion but a source of strength and virtue. Together, you shall build a life of harmony and joy, a testament to the enduring power of true partnership. And remember, Dumuzi, you too must strive to bring out the best in her. If your heart does not desire this, you will suffer many times in many ways, for a union without mutual growth is a bond of sorrow.
May your heart be steady, and your judgment clear. With her by your side, your life will be filled with the blessings of the gods. And in nurturing each other's virtues, you shall find a love that transcends the ages, a beacon of hope and joy for all who witness it.
With all my love and hope for your future, Anu
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