Cower before me, ye mortals!
Like a surging flood
Upon your lands I have descended
The empyrean consort I am
Queen of Queens
Issue of holy womb
I have usurped the temple
Of Eanna from An
Mount Ebih have I razed
To the ground
Devastation spews
From mine open mouth
When I speak, heaven trembles
With the voice of a raging tempest
Continually thundering
Radiant, adorned throughout
With divine powers
Life force of the people
Mine sigil the eight-pointed star
Commanding the holy ankar
Covered in terrifying splendor
Before my terrible gaze
Even the gods dare not stand
Ye mortal men, pay heed
Like a dragon, I rain blazing fire
Down upon your domain
Upon the storm I confer strength
All bow low at mine battle cry
I drive them along the path
Of the house of great lamentation
Violated and defiled was I
Whilst asleep under the poplar tree
In the city of men
The coward did hide
Having sworn vengeance
I filled all the wells with blood
I mounted a cloud
As a fearsome storm
Having condemned him to death
This I decree
Death to thy flesh and being
But immortalized in shame
Thy name shall be
Passed down through millennia
On lips of poets
Triumphant I stand
Lady supreme over all the lands