A Tigi to Suen

My king xx in his reed marshes. He xx in the silent (?) reed marshes. He extended his house over a huge reed marsh, over a xx reed marsh. Its xx is green (?); he has built xx by the water. He called his city the shrine Urim. In his city, the lord of the long days, Suen, founded a dwelling-place. In Urim, the city chosen in his heart, bull-like the house gives praise.