Should I not wander the wild in lion's garb?
[Said Gilgamesh to her,] to the tavern-keeper:
'[Why should my cheeks not be hollow, my face not sunken,]
[My mood not wretched, my visage not wasted?]
'[Should not sorrow reside in my heart,]
[and my face not resemble one come from afar?]
[Should not my features by burnt by frost and by sunshine,]
[and should I not wander the wild in lion's garb?]
'How can I keep silent?] How can I stay quiet?
[My friend, whom I loved, has turned] to clay,
my friend Enkidu, whom I loved, has [turned to clay.]
[Shall I not be like] him, and also lie down,
[never] to rise again, through all eternity?'
— The Epic of Gilgamesh, Tablet X, trans. Andrew George