Olonkho. P. A. Oyunsky

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СКАЧАТЬ are front-faced and two-legged,

      Who have the reins on their backs,

      To strengthen the family of Kun-Aiyy,

      To bless the relatives of Aiyy-Khan.

      She was settled at the top

      Of the three restless Worlds,

      On the changeable side

      Of the bloodthirsty eastern sky,

      To sit and turn

      Like a wood-grouse

      With a speckled breast,

      Looking around attentively.

      Since that time,

      They had life-long prosperous dwellings.

      They started their progeny,

      Having put on their best clothes,

      Thinking: ‘Our Mother Ekhsit Khotun

      Herself is coming for us’,

      Beaming and laughing with joy,

      Caressing their tender silver cheeks⁶⁷

      With their generous and warm hands…

      If the thirty-five mischievous

      And lively tribes

      With belts fastened around their waists,

      Who settled in the Middle World,

      Step onto the thick salt marsh

      Abundant with delicious cream,

      Tread on the yellow ilgeh

      Abundant with delicious butter,

      They will become the Urankhai.

      They will grow up

      To be famous people,

      They will be fair-faced Sakha.

      Nelbeng Aiyyhyt, Neleghelji-Kuo,

      Dear Aiyyhyt Khan Khotun,⁶⁸

      Was destined to bless and help them.

      The copper surface of the Earth,

      Was decorated with yellow chechir,

      They imbued scissors

      With the soul of a girl,

      They imbued a bow

      With the soul of a boy

      So that the tribes would prosper from

      The overwhelming wealth,

      The overabundance

      Of the blessed Middle World,

      The multitude of cattle

      On the double yellow surface,

      On the lower smooth side

      Of the blissful eastern sky…

      Since the time

      They dwelt in the Middle World,

      They built fences for cattle,

      Honoured Aiyyhyt Khan Khotun,

      With a choron⁶⁹ of kumis⁷⁰

      With young birch trees blessing her…

      I should add some further detail to the story:

      A noble woman, Khotun Aan-Alakhchyn⁷¹ –

      White⁷² Mankhalyn was her name –

      Was destined to become the mother

      Of the spirits of grass and trees,

      So she settled in the Middle World.

      She had free will,

      A gentle nature,

      An honest heart.

      Her breasts were ample

      Like the biggest vessels

      Full of kumis;

      She came to this world wearing

      On her white shoulders

      A coat made of the best lynx fur.

      Her high fur hat

      Made of three sable skins

      Was worn on her head, tossed back,

      As if she were singing.

      She was destined to create

      The blessed surface

      Of the Primordial Motherland,

      Its bright and smooth yellow expanse.

      The great lively folk

      Of the Middle World

      Respected to her name,

      Bowed to her image,

      Begged for her blessings

      When the day of parting

      With their native land came,

      To defend their homeland from enemies

      From the Under and Upper Worlds.

      They swore this oath to the supreme deities:

      If someone from the Under or Upper tribes

      Shakes the vast space

      Of the wide resonant sky,

      If someone tramples under his fiery feet

      He shall receive the severest sentence

      Of the great court.

      If someone touches the axis

      Of the three restless Worlds,

      Where the three superior tribes were born,

      Even if he is cunning and sly,

      Even СКАЧАТЬ