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"Inana, if only this were my home, if only this were my city! If only this were Kulaba, the city in which my mother bore me xx! Even if it were to me as the waste land to a snake! If it were to me as a crack in the ground to a scorpion! My mighty people xx! My great ladies xx! xx to E-ana! "[2 lines unclear] "The little stones of it, the shining stones in their glory, saĝkal stones above, xx below, from its crying out in the mountain land Zabu, from its voice xx open -- may my limbs not perish in the mountains of the cypresses!"