Obara-Oshe

They said: "Where is my father?"
I said: "My father is dead".
They said: "Where is my mother?"
I said: "My mother is in her grave,
and she speaks loudly".
They asked: "Whose son are you?"
I said: "I am the son of Obara-Oshe,
who disposed of many kings and rulers.
I was severely mistreated and cast
hither and thither, left and right
like the goat looks left and right for food.
The son of Obara-Oshe will never suffer.
Obara-Oshe will not allow his son
to suffer needlessly."
Ewe: grind eja- or hariba-leaves
that have fallen off the tree.
Place the powder on the face of a snail,
and write Obara-Oshe in it.
Then say the above incantation over it,
and wrap the snail with a piece of
black cloth and black thread.
Close your eyes, and cast the sad
little package far away into the bushes.