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 Crush 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