She stirs confusion and chaos against those who are disobedient to her, speeding carnage and inciting the devastating flood, clothed in terrifying radiance. It is her game to speed conflict and battle, untiring, strapping on her sandals. Inana's food and milk of death will not last. In her joyful heart she performs the song of death on the plain. She performs the song of her heart.
Axes smash heads, spears penetrate and maces are covered in blood.
On their first offerings she pours blood, filling them with blood. On the wide and silent plain, darkening the bright daylight, she turns midday into darkness. People look upon each other in anger, they look for combat. Their shouting disturbs the plain, it weighs on the pasture and the waste land. Her howling is like Ickur's and makes the flesh of all the lands tremble.