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You didn’t dare show
Your face till now.
Are you afraid of me,
Of fighting with me,
You, cowardly vagrants ?
If you dare come down,
You’ll be my horse,
You’ll be my ox,
You’ll be thrown into
The side of the road
Like a foetus,
Don’t dare come down,
You, blind dogs!
Hoping that these
Gluttonous relatives
Of bristling abaasy8 h
Will come down indeed,
He waited for three days
Pacing up and down,
But in vain.
Three days later
Early in the morning
Getting up together with
The rising bright sun,
He rushed out of the door,
Standing in the center of
His well-cleaned estate,
Staring at the windy
East side of the white sky,
Turning to the kind Spirits.
To their honourable names
He began to sing slowly
In a low voice, using
These heavy imposing words.

Eles Bootur

Djie-Buo! Djie-Buo!
Light-minded and
Not distinct-tongued