NOTE: 16

Your burden is heavy, May I die for your name! Your pace is very fine. Turn to the right wing, O [ox-]whip-bearer, Put the force upon Seva [the black ox]! Blessed is God, Remembered is God! The furrow-spring is deep, *Chlvst, chlvst* [chirp, chirp], It is into the belly of the evil one! Pull up, [little] plow-boy, O sweet soul, May I be a sacrifice for [every] breath of yours! Let us harness the rear [oxen], Sing the *horovel* [plowing song], Let us hitch the middle [oxen]! Let us unyoke the middle [oxen], O yoke-mate, Let us be done with the plow!