_Ajjeyn Biráni![9] mey palise, shíkk sanéy,_ (Thy) mother’s Biráni! my little darling, ornaments will wear, _Inne Buldar Bútshe angai tapp bey hani,_ (Whilst) here at Buldar Bútshe the heavens dark will become, _Nágeri Phall Tshátshe Kani miráni in,_ The Nagari (of race) Phall Tshátshe of Khans the prince will come, _Téyn Mîrkân málose tshé gùm bagéy,_ Thy Mirkan father—from new corn will be distributed. _Sálti Yabeo wey bo! Shadú Malik bojum théum._ Seven rivers’ water be! Shadu Malik a going will make, _Tey Mirkann malo Tshe gi bage._ Thy Mirkann, father, now ghee will distribute. TRANSLATION:— “Oh, Biráni, thy mother’s own; thou, little darling, wilt wear ornaments, whilst to me, who will remain here at Buldar Butshe, the heavens will appear dark. The prince of Lords of Phall Tshatshe race is coming from Nagyr; and Mirkann, thy father, now distributes corn (as an act of welcome). Be (as fruitful and pleasant) as the water of _seven rivers_, for Shadu Malik (the prince) is determined to start, and now thy father Mirkann is distributing ghee (as a compliment to the departing guest).” The Shikari began to enjoy the scene and would have liked to have stayed, but his squinting friend told him now that he could not be allowed to remain any longer. So he got up, but before again vanishing through the above-mentioned aperture into the human world, he took a good look at the demons. To his astonishment he beheld on the shoulders of one a shawl which he had safely left at home. Another held his gun; a third was eating out of his own dishes; one had his many-coloured stockings on, and another disported himself in pidjamas (drawers) which he only ventured to put on, on great occasions. He also saw many of the things that had excited his admiration among the property of his neighbours in his native village, being most familiarly used by the demons. He scarcely could be got to move away, but his friendly guide took hold of him and brought him again to the place where he had first met him. On taking leave he gave him three loaves of bread. As his village was far off, he consumed two of the loaves on the road. On reaching home, he found his father, who had been getting rather anxious at his prolonged absence. To him he told all that had happened, and showed him the remaining loaf, of which the old man ate half. His mother, a good housewife, took the remaining half and threw it into a large granary, where, as it was the season of Sharó (autumn), a sufficient store of flour had been placed for the use of the family during the winter. Strange to say, that half-loaf brought luck, for demons mean it sometimes kindly to the children of men, and only hurt them when they consider themselves offended. The granary remained always full, and the people of the village rejoiced with the family, for they were liked and were good people.