Olonkho. P. A. Oyunsky

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СКАЧАТЬ it be a decision by Jilga Toyon!

      It is not enough what we know!

      It is not enough what we see!

      Let the Supreme Deities know,

      Let the greatest ones see.’

      The bravest men

      Of the clamorous tribe

      From the swirling southern sky,

      Bristly men

      Of a sharp-toothed tribe

      From the terrible Under World said:

      ‘If we speak so about

      The child of the honoured family

      With heavy breath

      And dark thoughts,

      They will take revenge…

      If the destiny of the Odun Khan differs

      From the great fiery edict,

      Then we will not step aside

      And we will do what we want.’

      So saying, the evil tribes of Ajarais

      Winked at each other.

      Having heard these words, the Odun Khan,

      Genghis Khan, and Jilga Toyon

      Ordered six tender Aiyy udagans,

      Who were fortune-tellers

      Of the high white sky,

      Who were patronesses

      Of the eight-layered sky,

      To tie up the boy and send him down

      To the three fortune-telling cradles,

      To determine his future fate…

      As soon as the six tender Aiyy udagans

      Lashed the powerful kicking boy

      With a droning bewitching rope;

      As soon as their invocation was over,

      At that very moment

      A terrible sound was heard

      As if a block of stone had exploded.

      A three-layered ceiling and silver beams

      Were spun around by the sound,

      A six-layered stone floor

      Was cracked,

      Eighty-eight thick posts

      Were shaken,

      Ninety-nine gigantic supports

      Became loose.

      From the Upper World

      Rain and snow

      Fell into the Under World

      As if half the sky had collapsed,

      As if half the clouds had burst.

      A heavy blizzard wailed,

      Nine furious whirlwinds

      Began to spin –

      Howling like black evil spirits.

      The earth stood on end as does hair,

      Great grief came down,

      Burning heat came down…

      Low black clouds scattered in the sky,

      Descended to the three nether worlds…

      Under the swirling edge

      Of the northern dangerous sky

      The maw of the abyss

      Gaped and swallowed

      Nine hills, white and black.

      Weeping bitterly, the new-born baby

      Galloped on all fours

      Along the dangerous passage

      With eight ledges

      And the well-fed little baby

      Went down wailing, head first,

      Into the mouth of the abyss,

      Which was screaming

      Like a hysterical woman,

      Which was oozing pus in seven places.

      He passed through the tight throat

      Of the grasping Khan Jalystyma⁷³ passage

      Where the knee-caps of toyons

      Are used in fortune-telling,

      Where the neck bones of khotuns

      Are used for sacrifice,⁷⁴

      Where the stairs are covered

      With clotted blood,

      And fell down into its dissolving stomach

      On the fiery surface

      Of the sharp top

      Of the greedy evil spirit’s cape.

      There were three iron cradles of fate

      Bouncing up and down

      Like grilled minnows.

      On the roots of three iron spruces,

      Which were so interlaced

      They were gnawing at each other

      Like hungry brown bears.

      Having reached the bottom,

      The little baby flopped down

      On one of the three iron cradles –

      The cradle of death.

      The malicious spirit of death,

      Eluu СКАЧАТЬ