A hymn to Nanše (Nanše A)

She is beer mash (?), the mother is yeast (?), Nanše is the cause of great things: her presence makes the storehouses of the land bulge (1 ms. has instead:) prosper and makes the honey xx like resin in the storerooms. Because of her, there stand vessels with ever-flowing water; because of Nanše, the baskets containing the treasures of the Land cover the ground like the silt of the river. She is the lady of xx. [1 line unclear] Nanše is the lady who raises high the channels for the meadows and the irrigation ditches.