Among the beauties of that village, an Akkadian Dilmunite was born, adored by the earth and envied by the heavens, until after her, every beautiful thing became ugly. They were at a loss as to what her name should be, so they said, “Glory be to Him,” and they said, “The Lady of Mankind,” and when they could not find a way to name her, they said, “No human being has ever been born like this.” The jealousy of the girls said, “You are dead.” The men said, “If you were to make her yourselves, then you would all be beautiful, but this one has no equal or equal.” The women said, “Then she is crazy.” Then the fortune teller Noska heard that a girl resembling the moon was born that night, so she walked towards her parents’ house. Shamiram said, “What does the fortune teller Noska advise us to do?” The fortune teller said, “So that the eyes of the beautiful women will not envy her,” and she looked at the girls around her with a rare smile. Then she stopped after a while, saying, “Name her with a name that no human being has ever been called.” Shamiram asked her, “And what name is Noska referring to?” The fortune teller sat there for a while, thinking, and then after a while she looked into the face of that beautiful newborn and said, “Adaru is imprisoned in the pools.” Everyone repeated, “Madan Madan.” And what happened happened.