Painting of four women in white dresses in a field of flowers

And I'm afraid of the tall, white-armed girls who appear from that sky and quietly wander here and there. Those girls pick up lilies and roses and make them into wreaths. And that soulful hair is swaying from side to side. Hearing the girls talk to each other, it is said that the hair causes the girls' hearts to move as they move, or is disheveled in all directions, or gathers on top of their heads. Those girls are kind and beautiful, but Engus, son of Huobis, I am afraid of all such things. I am afraid of people from the land of spirits. I'm afraid of the secret art that attracts things like that.