NOTE: 9

Give [us a] *horovel*, dear plowman, May my life be sacrificed for yours!— The ox-herd drove the oxen away, Khanbaji brought the pilaf.— Darkness fell, they unyoked the plow, The plowman [and] the plowboy lie down [to sleep]. Mrto lies down in the middle of the ditch, Snoring away on top of the old woman. Plowboy, [may I be] sacrificed for you, lie down, Let our ill-wisher burst [with envy]! The lambs suckle the mother ewes,— Sweet [be the] sleep of the small [and] the great!