Like Menthu, god of war, I fell upon them.
I took them by surprise, I smote them, thousands of them bit the dust before me.

Two of their kings I captured with their women--they wait without, to be slain by your Majesty.

I bring with me the heads of a hundred of their captains and the hands of five hundred of their soldiers, in earnest of the truth of my word.

Let them be spread out before you.

I report to your divine Majesty that those barbarians are no more, that for a generation, at least, I have made the land safe to your uttermost dominions in the north.