A hymn to Inana (Inana C)

Humbling huge mountains as if they were piles of litter, she immobilises xx. She brings about the destruction of the mountain lands from east to west. Inana xx wall xx gulgul stones, she obtains victory. She xx the kalaga stone xx as if it were an earthenware bowl, she makes it like sheep's fat. The proud mistress holds a dagger in her hand, a radiance which covers the Land; her suspended net catches fish in the deep, not even leaving the ahan in the subterranean waters. As if she were a clever fowler no bird escapes the mesh of her suspended net. The place xx, xx the divine plans of heaven and earth. The intention of her word does not xx to An. The context of her confusing advice in the great gods' assembly is not known. [2 lines fragmentary]