اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Like a pure egg as he like God has created it.
You run away, big evil, you run away, small evil, you run away from the nine
sorceries,
because if you don't want to run away from your wish
you will run away for strength.
I will pierce you with the knife. I will pierce you with the iron. I will
throw you in the fire,
and there you will die,
like dew to the sun, like a worm under your fett.
Go in the desert mountains where the rooster doesn't sing.
You disappear there and then you die again.
