Wretched fallen one of khatti
rise against the oppressing sword
encircled abandoned alone
i smite the vile hittite foe
My father amon what carest thee
for the vile and ignorant of god
my father amon what carest thee
for these effeminate ones
at millions of whom i groweth not pale
Raging like menthu like baal in his hour
lo the mighty sekhmet is with me
i enter in among them even as a hawk striketh
i slay i hew to pieces and cast to the ground
the royal snake upon my brow
spits forth fire in the face of mine enemies
and burneth their limbs
My chariot wheels trample the fallen
cut to pieces before my steeds
and laying
in their own blood
i crush the skulls of the dying
and sever the hands of the slain
i ramses
builder of temples
usurper of monuments slayer of hittites
bringer of war