Muwatalli, your empire stretches from the coasts of Arzawa in the west to the land of Canaan in the southeast, but such an empire breeds jealousy in foreign kings. In a betrayal of the agreement between you and his father, the Egyptian Pharaoh Ramesses II has captured your vassal, the Amorite kingdom of Amurru in the land of Syria. In retaliation, you have raised the call to war among your allies. The kings and princes of nineteen lands, among them Lukka, Ugarit, and Carchemish, join you in battle. The plain at Kadesh by Arantu River will soon hear the thundering of your war chariots as if the storm god Tarhunna himself were beating the earth wit his thunderbolts and battle axe!
Like the storm god, who slew the giant serpent Illuyanka with his thunderbolts, you drove the Egyptians before your chariots and turned them to dust and ash. In Egypt, the lamentations of the women will be heard for 40 days and there will be much gnashing of teeth. On the records of your people's history, kept within the archives at Hattusa, your name will be among the mightiest of Hittite kings, and your sons will carve your image into a great rock wall so that you will watch over your land for an eternity.