When the sun sets the girl takes a few stems of thorn apple (Datura stramonium) and throws it into the fire uttering:
Thorn apple divides thorn apple,
shendeli bendeli,
nor shendeli nor bendeli,
NN will go crazy after me!Then she turns the palms of her hands towards the fire and utters:
Fire, by God a sister,
this spell hasn’t been tied either to me nor you
but to my loved NN and his 77 veins and 88 joints.After that the girl goes to bed.