| 1 | The God of Sterility submits to Baal. |
| 2 | He conceeds the kingship to the Lord of Earth. |
| 3 | Baal returns to the Heights of Saphon, but Anath does not go with Him. |
| 4 | She turns Her anger to the enemies of Baal. |
| 5 | To those who were fickle against Baal in His trials. |
| 6 | She attacks mankind. |
| 7 | Like the fruit of seven daughters, The scent of kids and anhb-animals, Both gates of Anath's house. |
| 8 | And the lads chance upon the Lady of the Mountain. |
| 9 | And lo, Anath smites in the valley, Fighting between the two cities. |
| 10 | She smites the people of the seashore, Destroys mankind of the sunrise. |
| 11 | Under Her are heads like vultures. |
| 12 | Over Her are hands like locusts, Like thorns, the hands of troops. |
| 13 | She piles up heads on Her back, She ties up hands in Her bundle. |
| 14 | Knee-deep She plunges in the blood of soldiery, Up to the neck in the gore of troops. |
| 15 | With a stick She drives out foes, Against the flank She draws Her bow. |
| 16 | And lo, Anath reaches Her house, Yea the Goddess enters Her palace, |
| 17 | But is not satisfied. |
| 18 | She had smitten in the valley, fought between the two cities. |
| 19 | She hurls chairs at the troops, |
| 20 | Hurling tables at the soldiers, |
| 21 | Footstools at the heroes. |
| 22 | Much She smites and looks, Fights and views. |
| 23 | Anath guts their liver with laughter. |
| 24 | Her heart is filled with joy, for Anath's hand is victory. |
| 25 | For knee-deep She plunges in the blood of soldiery, Up to the neck in the gore of troops. |
| 26 | Until She is sated She smites in the house, |
| 27 | Fights between the two tables, |
| 28 | Shedding the blood of soldiery. |
| 29 | Pouring the oil of peace from a bowl, |
| 30 | The Virgin Anath washes Her hands, |
| 31 | The Progenitress of Heroes, Her fingers. |
| 32 | She washes Her hands in the blood of soldiery, |
| 33 | Her fingers in the gore of troops. |
| 34 | Arranging portions by the chairs, |
| 35 | Tables by the tables, |
| 36 | Footstools She arranges by the footstools. |
| 37 | She gathers water and washes |
| 38 | With dew of heaven, |
| 39 | Fat of earth, |
| 40 | Rain of the Rider of Clouds, |
| 41 | The dew that the heavens pour, |
| 42 | The rain that the stars pour. |
| 43 | The anhb-animals leap by the thousand acres, |
| 44 | The zuh-fish in the sea, by the myriads of hectares. |