I filled the wide plain with the corpses of his warriors. These rebels I impaled on stakes. A pyramid of heads I erected in front of the city.
Nabû-ushabshi, their king, I hung up in front of the gate of his city on a stake. His land, his wife, his sons, his daughters, his property, the treasure of his palace, I carried off. Bit-Amukâni I trampled down like a threshing sledge. All of its people, and its goods, I took to Assyria.
The splendor of Assur, overwhelmed the king of Urartu, and with his own iron dagger he stabbed himself through the heart, like a pig, and ended his life.