A hymn to Nanše (Nanše A)

For the lady who cares for all the countries, the queen, Mother Nanše, sees into their hearts: the orphan who xx, the widow who xx, the waif delivered up to the powerful, the powerful delivered to the powerless, the mother who scolds at her child, the child who talks obstinately to his mother, the younger brother who talks against his elder brother or talks back to his father. The lady, who xx, Nanše, who xx, Nanše sees into the heart of the Land as if it were a split reed. [1 line unclear]