The Song of the Ploughing Oxen: An Ululumama to Ninurta

ellu mallu! In the temple he lay down to dream with Nanše. He said good night (?) to Nanše. He had his leather bag filled with bread, he had water poured into his waterskin. She stood by for him xx. The farmer had a vision (?): a young bull was talking xx, xx tied the feet (?). The farmer said to his mother, "Bread was put for me in my leather bag, water was poured for me into my waterskin. xx stood by for me." [4 lines missing or fragmentary]