Olonkho. P. A. Oyunsky

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      In the hostile country

      Of deadly Eluu Cherkechekh,³⁷

      If you throw a burning noose

      With eighty-eight loops

      To pull out of the northern swirling sky

      Eighty-eight great shamans,

      If you tie them up

      To push them into the gaping maw

      Of that woman:

      She wouldn’t be sated.

      It was the great woman

      Ala Buhrai, Aan Jahin,³⁸ their mistress,

      Who was born wearing shackles,

      Whose close relatives are covetous and stingy

      Khapsa Buhrai and Aan Jahin,

      Whose wells are always empty,

      Whose deceit is endless,

      She was the mother of the Aan-Darahy kin.³⁹

      If you want to know

      Who was that old woman’s man

      Who he was to deserve her love,

      To share her bed,

      To climb on her,

      To quench her thirst for love.

      Here he is, her beloved man,

      Arsan Dolai, Logayar Luo Khan –

      Born wearing a worn-out, ragged fur coat,

      With teeth as sharp as weapons.

      Made of iron

      With a big backside,

      With legs that walked with a swing,

      With a crooked nose,

      Who became the father of evil relatives,

      Who became the toyon of the deep abyss.

      If you want to know

      Who these best men

      With yokes on their necks are,

      What their future is,

      How prosperous they are

      Here it is…

      Looking down at the land of Cherkechekh,

      Out of the corner of my eye,

      I see dark, thick-set boys

      Who have never loved women,

      I see dark, skinny girls

      Walking with their heads thrown back

      Who have never been pregnant;

      I see a short-legged, cross-horned, dwarfish bull

      Which has never impregnated cows.

      For being deprived of this duty by Mother Nature –

      Its herd of cows keep away,

      As their hindquarters are too narrow

      For a bull to climb on,

      To give them posterity.

      They have hungry infected calves,

      As black as willow bark,

      Scraggy and short-legged

      All covered with scab,

      Starving to death.

      After the severe, fiery battle which made

      The resounding white sky shiver,

      The great greedy misers,

      The hot-headed daredevils,

      Having created bloody death

      Came from the place of Eluu-Cherkechekh,

      Settled in the insidious Under World,

      In the mouth of Ap-Salbaniki.

      They became relatives of Ajarai-Khan⁴⁰

      And there were thirty-six tribes of them…

      If one speaks about the vast and wide Middle World,

      Where thirty-five tribes settled and lived,

      If one repeats the Olonkho⁴¹

      Sung by the grey-templed olonkhosut,

      If one unburdens one’s heart

      As the old woman Androsova did,⁴²

      If one tells the story in the same words

      As the deaf Beken did,⁴³

      If one makes up the tale with joy and pleasure

      Of how three kins of Sakha

      Were created and spread,

      Here is how the story goes:

      Behind the far and remote side

      Of the dangerous ancient times

      When the upper greedy tribes

      Used to fly like arrows,

      Before the changing, awful

      Other side of the ancient times,

      When the lower terrible tribes

      With their mouths wide open, ran everywhere,

      When the three kins of Sakha,

      Front-faced and straight-nosed,

      Had not yet come into being,

      At that time with no end in sight,

      A terrible trouble began.

      Three legendary kins of that country

      For several centuries attacked each other.

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