18.3 Thy letter which is full of lacunæ is loaded with pretentious expressions: such is the retribution of those who wish to understand it; it is a charge
18.4 which thou hast charged at thy will. “I am a scribe, a Mohar,” hast thou repeated: let us respect thy word and set off.
18.5 Thou hast put horses to the chariots; thy horses are as swift as jackals: their eyes flash; they are like a hurricane bursting; thou takest
18.6 the reins, seizest the bow: we contemplate the deeds of thy hand. I send thee back the Mohar's portrait: and make thee know
18.7 his actions. Didst thou not then go to the country of the Kheta? Hast thou not seen the land of Aup? Knowest thou not Khatuma, Ikatai
18.8 likewise? how is it? The Tsor of Sesortris, the city of Khaleb on its vicinity?—
19.1 How goes it with its ford? Hast thou not made an expedition to Qodesh and Tubakkhi? Hast thou not gone to the Shasous?
19.2 with the auxiliary body? Hast thou not trampled the road of Pamakar the sky[459] was dark on the day when
19.3 there flourished the cypresses, the oaks and cedars, which reached up to heaven: there are many lions, wolves, and hyenas
19.4 which the Shasous track on all sides. Didst thou not ascend the mountain of Shaoua? Hast thou not travelled, thy arms