Came down from the sky Balitok, Balitok who was kind.
The wooden dishes being carried in and out will be seen in your yard,
Will become fat your pigs, will increase in number your chickens.
Your children born will be eighteen. That is why you will mourn the death of the one celebrating the ceremony.
Came down Aponan, bringing hogs
So that there would be dancing at the house where the mandit was celebrated.
So that they would know when they did it next,
He called together the people that they might see everything.
Came down from the sky Maodi, gold-shining.
Growing fat are your pigs, increasing in number are your chickens.