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He rushed to his house.
Gazing around, he saw nobody,
His youngest sister’s bed was empty.
Kneeling in front of his fire place,
Blessing the spirit of his hearth,
He began to sing loudly:

Eles Bootur

“Djie-Buo! Djie-Buo!
My own hearth,
Having soft ash pillow
And warm ash blankets
A dry grass splinter
As huge as a haycock,
A steel for kindling fire
As huge as a horse head,
Blessing the whole World
With your heat,
The spirit of my hearth
Hoarfrosted Beard,
Tempered Temeria,
Aan-Ukhan, greatfather,
Feeling my absence
Don’t go out,
Don’t cover with hoarfrost!
The Spirit of my house
Grandfather Mokhol,
Don’t let shake
My four great posts
Ninety-nine strong surroundings,
Don’t let rot
My reliable walls!
The Spirit of my sweet smelling,
Manure breathing yard,
Having a plentiful fife
My wise grandmother
Kuo-Djaralyk,
Don’t let push aside
Any calf out of homed cattle!