O daughter of Eitene!
I greet (you). First: except for you (?), I have had no one. You have I held like mother and like sister and I praise (you) through (our) relationship. You do not know what the son of Doue is like. May he not come and ruin you. For your sake, take (him) and put (him) away. And I am going. I greet my mother. She is with me indeed. I broadcast (this fact) and send joy. When the people from the west and from the east arrived, they came with a proclamation (?) from my father: "There is no empty letter for one who does not praise who your father is." In truth, I pay homage to my son Jak (?); I pay homage to all who are assembled.