Šulgi and Ninlil's Barge: A Tigi to Ninlil (Šulgi R)

Your woven xx is xx. Your covering reed-mats are the daylight spreading wide over the holy settlements. Your timbers are sniffing (?) xx reptiles crouching on their paws. Your punting poles are dragons sleeping a sweet sleep in their lair. Your strakes (?) are xx snakes, xx. Your floor-planks are flood-currents, sparkling altogether in the pure Euphrates. Your side-planks, which are fastened into their fixed places (?) with wooden rings (?), are a stairway leading to a mountain spring (?), a xx filled with xx. Your holy xx are persisting and firmly founded abundance. Your bench is a lofty dais erected in the midst of the abzu. Your xx is Aratta, full-laden with treasures. Your door, facing the sunrise, is a xx bird, carrying a xx in its talons while spreading wide its wings.