A Balbale to Nanna

xx who is familiar with your purification rites, xx, may he do xx. xx shall build for you in the pure abode (?) xx. xx shall not enter xx. He shall grind your barley for you in the pure cloister. Your milled grain is not laid in his hall. Water shall not touch what you have ground, and your malt shall not be turned over. O palace of Suen, what do men know of you? [1 line unclear]