O you holy ones of Inanna
You Priestxes of ancient times
We call to you
To the kurgarra, musicians of the goddess
Shaking and stamping and strumming
Making sounds pleasing to Her ears
To the sal-zikrum, the women-men priests of the goddess
Dressed in your sacred garb
To the kulu’u, the kalum, who composed the hymns singing her praise
The fire of Inanna burned in your hearts
As she has burned in ours
To the assinnu, you lament singers of Inanna
Swaying and calling to Her
Grieving her as she hung underground
And to asushummir, made of light
Made of dust to slip between the worlds
Neither man nor woman
You descended between the gates
To bring the waters of life, the food of life,
To Inanna, so She could rise again
O you holy ones of Inanna
Alight like I am alight
In between like I am in between
Be here now
Ancestors, we call you home
Hail and welcome!
