May the holy River Ulaja, along whose banks we grandly used to stroll, mourn you. May the pure Euphrates, to which we would libate water from our waterskins, mourn you. May the men of Uruk-Haven, whom we saw in our battle when we killed the Bull of Heaven, mourn you. May the farmer...,who extols your name in his sweet work song, mourn you. May the... of the broad city, who... exalted your name, mourn you. May the herder..., who prepared butter and light beer for your mouth, mourn you. May..., who put ointments on your back, mourn you. May..., who prepared fine beer for your mouth, mourn you. May the harlot,... you rubbed yourself with oil and felt good, mourn you. May...,... of the wife placed(!) a ring on you..., mourn you May the brothers go into mourning over you like sisters;... the lamentation priests, may their hair be shorn off on your behalf.

"Let there be lamentation, and let us lie down (again in peace)."