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 [bad word] 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