When the sun starts setting behind a hill a girl looks at it and utters the following vow three times:
O ye, bright sun,
are you setting behind a hill,
with whom are you leaving me?
Leave me with my dear N.,
he doesn't love me,
he doesn't care for me.
With god's will I have placed three burdens on him;
first one is a toothache,
the second one is the pain of a woman giving birth
and the third is the pain that a man feels when Azrail rips his soul from his body.
Let him die, let him have a fit until he sees me.
Elif zalim lamim!
After that she blows in the direction of the sun three times.
O ye, bright sun,
are you setting behind a hill,
with whom are you leaving me?
Leave me with my dear N.,
he doesn't love me,
he doesn't care for me.
With god's will I have placed three burdens on him;
first one is a toothache,
the second one is the pain of a woman giving birth
and the third is the pain that a man feels when Azrail rips his soul from his body.
Let him die, let him have a fit until he sees me.
Elif zalim lamim!
After that she blows in the direction of the sun three times.
