A Balbale to Inana as Nanaya

"Let me xx on your xx -- Nanaya, its xx is good. Let me (?) xx on your breast -- Nanaya, its xx flour is sweet. Let me put xx on your navel -- Nanaya, xx. Come with me, my lady, come with me, come with me from the entrance to the shrine. May xx for you. (ms. c adds 1 line:) Come my beloved sister, let my heart rejoice. "