1-12 Lord of all the powers, resplendent light, righteous One clothed in radiance! Master of heaven, who loves the good headdress befitting the office of priestess, who has seized all seven of its powers! My Lord, You are the guardian of the great ordinances! You have taken up the ordinances, You have hung the ordinances from Your hand. You have gathered up the ordinances, You have clasped the ordinances to Your breast. Like a dragon You have deposited venom on the foreign lands. When like the thunder You roar at the earth, no vegetation can stand up to You. As a flood descending upon those foreign lands, powerful One of heaven and earth, You are their Mighty One.

13-19 Raining blazing fire down upon the Land, endowed with power, whose words are spoken at the holy command! The great rites are Yours: who can fathom them? Destroyer of the foreign lands, You confer strength on the storm. You have made awesome terror weigh upon the Land. You stand at the service of Your own commands.

20-33 At Your battle-cry, my Lord, the foreign lands bow low. When humanity comes before You in awed silence at the terrifying radiance and tempest, You grasp the most terrible of all the powers. Because of You, the threshold of tears is opened, and people walk along the path of the house of great lamentations. In the van of battle, all is struck down before You. With Your strength, my Lord, teeth can crush flint. You charge forward like a charging storm. You roar with the roaring storm, You continually thunder. You spread exhaustion with the stormwinds, while You Yourself remain tireless. With the lamenting drum a lament is struck up.

34-41 My Lord, the great angels tremble before You in reverence, like scudding bats. They dare not stand unmoved before Your terrible gaze. They dare not confront Your terrible countenance. Who can cool Your raging heart? Your anger against the wicked is too great to cool. Lord, can Your mood be soothed? Lord, can Your heart be gladdened? Your rage cannot be cooled!

42-59 Lord supreme over the foreign lands, who can take anything from Your province? Once You have extended Your province over the hills (2 mss. have instead: If You frown at the mountains), vegetation there is ruined. Their great gateways (1 ms. has instead: palaces) are set afire. Blood is poured into their rivers because of You, and their people must drink it (2 mss. have instead: could not drink). They must lead their troops captive before You, all together. They must scatter their élite regiments for You, all together. They must stand their able-bodied young men at Your service, all together. Tempests have filled the dancing-places of their cities. They drive their young men before You as prisoners. Your holy command has been spoken over the city which has not declared "The foreign lands are Yours!", wherever they have not declared "It is Yours!"; and it is brought back under Your feet. Responsible care is removed from its sheepfolds. Its woman no longer speaks affectionately with her husband; at dead of night she no longer takes counsel with him, and she no longer reveals to him the pure thoughts of her heart. Impetuous Lord, greater than all, who can take anything from Your province?

60-65 Great Lord of lords, righteous in Your ordinances, wise and sage, Lord of all the foreign lands, life-force of the teeming people: I will recite Your holy song! True God, fit for the ordinances, Your splendid utterances are magnificent. Deep-hearted, with a radiant heart, I will enumerate Your ordinances (2 mss. have instead: good ordinances) (1 ms. has instead: holy ordinances) for You!

66-73 I, En-hedu-ana the priestess, entered my holy sanctuary in Your service. I carried the ritual basket, and intoned the song of joy. But funeral offerings were (1 ms. has instead: my ritual meal was) brought, as if I had never lived there. I approached the light, but the light was scorching hot to me. I approached that shade, but I was covered with a storm. My honeyed mouth became venomous. My ability to soothe moods vanished.

74-80 O God, You know of Lugal-ane and my fate! May You undo it for me! As soon as I am released, I will give thanks. Foreign lands and flood lie at Your feet. You are exalted, and can make cities tremble. Step forward, so that You will cool my heart for me.

81-90 I, En-hedu-ana, will recite a prayer to You. To You, O God, I shall give free vent to my tears like sweet beer! I shall say "Your decision!" (some mss. have instead: "Greetings!") Do not be anxious. In connection with the purification rites of the sanctuary, Lugal-ane has altered everything of his, and has stripped the temple of its offices. He has not stood in awe of the greatest. He has turned that temple, whose attractions were inexhaustible, whose beauty was endless, into a destroyed temple. While he entered before me as if he was a partner, really he approached out of envy.

91-108 My good Lord, drive out the man, capture the man! In the place of divine encouragement, what is my standing now? May God extradite the land which is a malevolent rebel against Your servant! May God smash that city! May He curse it! May its plaintive child not be placated by his mother! Lord, with the laments begun, may the ship of lamentation be abandoned in hostile territory. Must I die because of my holy songs? My Lord has not yet answered me (1 ms. has instead: has not decided my case). He has destroyed me utterly in renegade territory. No verdict has yet been pronounced on me. What is it to me if he has pronounced it? What is it to me if he has not pronounced it? He stood there in triumph and drove me out of the temple. He made me fly like a swallow from the window; I have exhausted my life-strength. He made me walk through the thorn bushes of the mountains. He stripped me of the rightful crown (1 ms. has instead: garment) of the priestess. He gave me a knife and dagger, saying to me "These are appropriate ornaments for you".

109-121 Most precious Lord, Your holy heart is great; may it be assuaged on my behalf! You are the great Lord of the horizon and zenith of the heavens. The angels have submitted to You. How supreme You are over all the great! The angels kiss the ground with their lips before You. But my own trial is not yet concluded, although a hostile verdict encloses me as if it were my own verdict. I did not reach out my hands to the (1 ms. has instead: my) flowered bed. I did not reveal the secrets to anybody. My Lord, may Your heart be calmed towards me, Your servant the priestess!

122-138 It must be known! It must be known! The Lord has not yet spoken out! Be it known that You are lofty as the heavens! Be it known that You are broad as the earth! Be it known that You destroy the rebel lands! Be it known that You roar at the foreign lands! Be it known that You crush heads! Be it known that Your gaze is terrible! Be it known that You lift Your terrible gaze! Be it known that You are unshakeable and unyielding! Be it known that You always stand triumphant! That the Lord has spoken has made You greater, my Lord; You have become the greatest! My Lord, I shall tell of all Your rages (1 ms. has instead: daises)! I have heaped up the coals in the censer, and prepared the purification rites. The sanctuary awaits. Might Your heart not be appeased towards me?

139-143 Since it was full, too full for me, great exalted Lord, I have recited this song for You. May a singer repeat to You at noon that which was recited to You at dead of night: "Because of Your captive servants, Your rage is increased, Your heart unassuaged."

144-154 The powerful Lord, respected in the gathering of rulers, has accepted the offerings of His servant. His holy heart has been assuaged. The light was sweet for her, delight extended over her, she was full of fairest beauty. Like the light of the rising moon, she exuded delight. Everyone's speech to the Lord is exalted. Praise be to the destroyer of foreign lands, to my Lord enveloped in beauty, to God!