| Song | Outa-napishtim |
| Artist | Abed Azrié |
| Artist | Khaled Aljaramani |
| Artist | Taoufiq Mirkhan |
| Artist | Mohamed Fityan |
| Artist | Youssef Hbeisch |
| Artist | Jean-Lou Descamps |
| Artist | Alain Grange |
| Artist | Olivier Moret |
| Album | Epopée de Gilgamesh (Recording from 2011) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Abed Azrié | |
| 作曲 : Abed Azrié | |
| Once they had crossed the ocean, Gilgamesh asked Uta-napishtim questions on the secret of Death and Life. | |
| “For this I have wandered over the world, | |
| I have crossed many difficult ranges, | |
| I have crossed the seas, | |
| I have wearied myself with travelling, | |
| My joints are aching | |
| and I have lost acquaintance with sleep, | |
| Which is sweet.” | |
| What happened to Enkidu, my friend, lays heavy upon me. How can I keep silent, how can I rest, when my friend, whom I loved, has turned to clay. Am I not myself to be laid in the earth for ever? |
| zuo ci : Abed Azrie | |
| zuo qu : Abed Azrie | |
| Once they had crossed the ocean, Gilgamesh asked Utanapishtim questions on the secret of Death and Life. | |
| " For this I have wandered over the world, | |
| I have crossed many difficult ranges, | |
| I have crossed the seas, | |
| I have wearied myself with travelling, | |
| My joints are aching | |
| and I have lost acquaintance with sleep, | |
| Which is sweet." | |
| What happened to Enkidu, my friend, lays heavy upon me. How can I keep silent, how can I rest, when my friend, whom I loved, has turned to clay. Am I not myself to be laid in the earth for ever? |
| zuò cí : Abed Azrié | |
| zuò qǔ : Abed Azrié | |
| Once they had crossed the ocean, Gilgamesh asked Utanapishtim questions on the secret of Death and Life. | |
| " For this I have wandered over the world, | |
| I have crossed many difficult ranges, | |
| I have crossed the seas, | |
| I have wearied myself with travelling, | |
| My joints are aching | |
| and I have lost acquaintance with sleep, | |
| Which is sweet." | |
| What happened to Enkidu, my friend, lays heavy upon me. How can I keep silent, how can I rest, when my friend, whom I loved, has turned to clay. Am I not myself to be laid in the earth for ever? |