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A breeze from the high mountains Came down [and] knocked at the little door. The tender, youthful little bride Thought that the exile had returned. She awoke and rose up, And went down [and] opened the little door; She saw that it was not her husband, She grew bewildered and turned back. The little mother-in-law asked: "Little bride, where does it ache you?" —"Mother, for the love of your son, Every part of me aches." —"Weep not, grieve not, little bride; I shall cast a charm, [and] bring my son." —"If you cast a charm [and] bring your son, May you attain God’s light; If you do not cast a charm and do not bring [him], I will curse [you] and you shall turn to stone."