Olonkho. P. A. Oyunsky

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      Let us see how you are going to come

      And get her.’

      The other said:

      ‘I will get her

      Whether you like it or not –

      I do not care.’

      They began to assault each other fiercely,

      Like two bloodthirsty,

      Furious bulls.

      They began to cut each other furiously

      Seized with a passion

      To pierce each other’s heart.

      The spikes of their spears twisted

      Like flexible rose willows,

      So they threw them aside…

      Snatching their long, thin,

      Bloodthirsty batases,

      They began to chop at each other

      As they would logs,

      Crying out as they did so.

      But soon their batases got broken

      Like lake sedges,

      So they were thrown aside…

      Crying out furiously, the son of Aiyy,

      Raising his huge fist

      As big as the head

      Of a six-year-old bull,

      Punched at the other violently.

      The son of Ajarai

      Dodged the blow clumsily,

      Smashing his wide hand

      Into the heavy black fist

      As big as the side

      Of a sacrificial bull;

      He kneaded his enemy

      Like damp clay…

      They fought furiously

      For three days and nights:

      It was a bold, useless fight,

      A blind, senseless uproar…

      Up to their hips

      The soft soil

      Was trampled down,

      Up to their knees

      The frozen soil

      Was trodden down;

      Tall became shorter,

      Short became taller,

      Mother Earth rocked like water

      In a birch-bark bucket,

      A deadly, skirmish,

      A relentless battle took place here…

      The strength of the mighty

      And powerful warrior

      Kun Jiribineh

      With the grey horse faded;

      During six days and nights

      He tried to escape the blows…

      The spirit of icy Muus Kudulu

      The bottomless ocean,

      The brave warrior Uot Uhutaki,

      Breathing deeply,

      Cried out:

      ‘This paltry scoundrel,

      This wormling of the earth,

      Made me pursue his shadow,

      Wasting my time,

      My marriage and the birth of my child!’

      Saying so he fell,

      Face down, on the ground,

      Rolled up and down three times

      And turned into a huge, fiery dragon

      With three heads and six legs.

      He turned round and tore away

      The left side

      Of their golden dwelling,

      Which was seen

      From a distance of one day.

      He knocked down

      The eastern side of it,

      He gripped fair-faced

      Tuyarima Kuo roughly

      By her nine-bylas-long braid,

      Whose body could be seen

      Through her clothes,

      Whose marrow could be seen

      Through her bones,

      Who was covered

      With a sable skin

      So as not to lose her lustre

      In the sun,

      Who was wrapped up

      In a sable skin

      So as not to burn her face

      In the bright sky.

      Holding her firmly,

      Screaming and crying,

      The son of Ajarai

      Disappeared quickly

      Beyond the low edge

      Of the western sky…

      Destined to engender

      Three kins of Sakha,

      Sakha Saaryn Toyon

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