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. She brings about the destruction of the mountain lands from east to west. As if she were a clever fowler no bird escapes the mesh of her suspended net. The context of her confusing advice in the great gods' assembly is not known.