A Šir-namgala to Nanna

Princely son, respected one in heaven spreading amply over the high mountains, rising high as he casts a glowing radiance, majestic xx, his head reaching the sky, fixing the new moon and the months, shining forth, Nanna! Versed in numbers, may you look down graciously! Ašimbabbar, great light of holy An, mighty one (?) spreading wide, you cover (?) the numerous people.