Fear her and praise her. Venerate her and worship her.
She is the mistress of Heaven. The personification of beauty whom all must love.
Her hand clasps the beautiful seven-headed mace.
See its vile and vicious form, and know that merely wielding this merciless rod strikes down the enemy.
Goddess, since your mother’s womb, you have wielded this barbarous weapon. Gods, save us.
O lady who is the shooting light of dawn.
O Goddess of Venus, guide the day’s break.
She desires protection from no one, but leads the formation from the front, making greater gains than any other. Why are you here?
But the greatness of her heart is kept not only in war.
By her occasional whims are we blessed with floodwaters, removing harmful beasts, her fertile authority bringing good tides and much life to our cities.
Whatever her faults and aspects, she brings joy to the world of man in the end.
Blessed be our Goddess, her name is Inanna.
Although legends tell of the Goddess Inanna wielding another weapon of equal destruction…’
“Wait, this song is supposed to be glorifying me, right?!
So why can I see all these honest opinions in between the lines?!”