A hymn to Nanše (Nanše A)

The dream interpreteter went into the sacristy and made glittering silver ešde cups ready for her. The temple cook xx, and prepared hot and cold food for her. He xx of the oven for her (?) and xx made the great shovel bellow for her. After the meat had arrived in large bowls and cool water had been brought from the Sirara-canal, after the festival trappings had arrived from Lagaš and wine had been brought from the countryside, her great oven which vies with the great dining hall, Nanše's shrine of food offerings, was humming.