From Tablex IX
"The gate to the entrance into the mountain is open.
May Gilgamesh in safety make the journey.”
After the Scorpion Dragon Being spoke,
Gilgamesh went to the entrance into the mountain
and entered the darkness alone, without a companion.
By the time he reached the end of the first league
the darkness was total, noting behind or before.
He made his way, companionless to the end
of the second league. Utterly lightless, black.
There was nothing behind or before, nothing at all.
Only, the blackness pressed in upon his body.
He felt his blind way through the mountain tunnel,
struggling for breath, through the third league, alone,
and companionless through the fourth, making his way,
and struggling for every breath, to the end of the fifth,
in the absolute dark, nothing behind or before,
the weight of the blackness pressing in upon him.
Weeping and fearful he journeyed a sixth league,
and, blind, to the end of the seventh league, alone,
without a companion, seeing nothing at all,
weeping and fearful, struggling to keep breathing.
At the end of the eighth league he cried alout
and tried to cry out something against the pressure
of blackness: “Two people, who are companions, they…!”
There was nothing behind or before him in the darkness;
utterly lightless, the way of the sun’s night journey.
He struggled to breathe, trying to breathe the darkness;
He was weeping and fearful, alone, without a companion.
Just then, at the end of the ninth league, just once
the rough tongue of the North Wind licked at his face.
It was like the tongue of a wild bull or a lion.
He struggled on through darkness, trying to breathe.
The darkness pressed in upon him, both nothing and something.
After he struggled, blind, his companionless way
through eleven leagues of the darkness, nothing at all
and something, ahead of him, a league ahead
a little light, a grayness, began to show.
Weeping and fearful, struggling to keep breathing.
he made his way through the last league of the journey.
twelve leagues in the darkness, alone, companionless,
weeping and fearful, struggling to keep breathing,
he made his way and finally struggled out free
into the morning air and the morning sunlight.
(keep following the road)