May these suns bind and protect our front ranks; may they be our watchful guardians. Wash away our burning impurity.

(in like manner as, among these your worshippers, Kutsa) is the pre-eminent panegyrist, so are our encomiasts (of you) the most distinguished; may our sin be repented of.

Best praiser of all these be he; foremost, our chiefs who sacrifice. May his light chase our sin away.