1-6 - ! Go, oxen, go, put your necks under the yoke! Go, oxen, go, put your necks under the yoke! I am of the country. I am of Enlil. I am of the Land.

7-20 - ! ... And now, may the mother with me; and now, may Nance with me. May she put bread in my leather bag, may she pour water into my waterskin. May she stand by for me . May she say to me, 'Farmer, eat the bread!', may she say to me, 'Farmer, drink the water!'

21-37 - ! In the temple he lay down to dream with Nance. He said good night (?) to Nance. He had his leather bag filled with bread, he had water poured into his waterskin. She stood by for him . The farmer had a vision (?): a young bull was talking , 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. stood by for me.' ...

38-61 - ! What ? What ? Who ? Who ? Who the clods? Who the birds? On the right , on the left . ... 'My big hooves .' The stars in the sky . will make straight its . The ox let his thick tongue hang down, he replied, 'I am an ox, but just a young ox, in whose muzzle hair has not yet grown. No dust has fallen yet on my shoulders. My master, why am I so valuable?' 'My stalwart calf, I shall speak to you only once, so pay attention. What a plough (?)! Your fathers are four. What a plough (?)! Your mothers are eight. May Utu guide straight your fine plough!'

62-65 - ! The early-working farmer, the shepherd of the holy cattle-pen, the young man who, since his youth, has had a wife and has had sons, does not alone.

66-91 - ! I the stars in the sky, I a gleam in the sky. I the bedding on the roof. ...

92-118 - ! Enkimdu, he of dykes and canals, says to the lord , 'My king, I want to . I will irrigate your fertile fields . The early rain ' ...

119-142 - ! The harrow, the comb of my field, must be fitted with large teeth to harrow the holy field. The mattock must dig the edges. Remove the stumps! The mattock must dig the edges. Once you have taken down from the beam your holy plough which was hanging from a beam, a skilled carpenter must tighten its bonds. its side boards. ... noises. the measuring reed in his right hand. Enkimdu, he of dykes and canals , should for you in .

143-148 - ! Go, oxen, go, put your necks under the yoke! Go, oxen, go, put your necks under the yoke! Tread the furrows of the fertile field, walk the sides straight. In the alehouse, the joy , Inana a place of relaxation. is restored again .