O son of a king, my (beautiful-faced brother): 
I saved your life, I saved your life, 
but here you are the object of a very cruel fate! 
Outside the city walls, I saved your life, my brother; 
but here you are the object of a very cruel fate! 
You against whom even the enemy had not raised his hand 
hand: here you are the object of a very cruel fate! 
I would not have allowed the enemy to raise his hand 
against you: but here you are the object of a very cruel fate! 
You placed your right hand on my vulva 
Your left caressed my head, 
Your mouth pressed against my mouth, 
My lips pressed against your mouth: 
That is why you are the object of a cruel fate! 
And so it will be, O "Dragon" (?) of women, 
my beautiful-faced brother! 
How sweet was your seduction, O my flower-bearer!
 my flower-bearer!  
How sweet was your seduction in the garden, O my flower-bearer! 
Your seduction was sweet, in the garden 
of the mès, my fruit-holder!  
my Dumuzi-abzu... How sweet was your seduction! 
O my golden image, O my golden image, how sweet was thy seduction! 
O my alabaster statue, crowned with lapis-lazuli, how sweet was thy seduction! 
was sweet!" 

It's a balbale from Inanna