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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 Cherkechekh,⁷⁵

      Lay screaming and laughing shrilly…

      Suddenly, a daughter of Abaahy,

      The old woman Begeluken,

      Whose ugly face

      Was like a piece of raw meat,

      Whose hair was dishevelled,

      Whose fingers were like claws,

      Dodgy, cunning and insidious,

      Who had three humps

      And blood clots in her mouth,

      Came tearing along

      And ran up to the cradle,

      Rocking it to and fro,

      Bent over it and conjured…

      THE SONG OF HUMP-BACKED BEGELUKEN

      ‘Ihiligim-tahiligim…

      Edenigim-kudanigim…⁷⁶

      Let the baby weep,

      Who is in my hand!

      Let him stop weeping

      Before dawn.

      Let his sharp savage claws grow!

      Let strength be absorbed by him

      When the sun rises,

      Let insatiable bloodlust

      Be instilled into him

      To get rid of those

      Who have shadows,

      To destroy those

      Who walk in darkness!

       Edenigim-kudanigim…

       Ihiligim-tahiligim…

      May you have a tough skin

      Which cannot be torn,

      May you have strong muscles

      Which cannot weaken,

      May you have hard bones

      Which cannot be broken,

      May you have blood

      Which nobody can shed,

      May you easily cut

      Both the good and bad

      In the Under and Upper Worlds…

      Fracture the backbones of those

      Who have the reins on their backs,

      Who belong to the Kun-Erken kin,

      Let them vanish forever!

      Egelim-kuogalim…

      Ihilim-tahilim…

      Knock down the mischievous and unruly

      Urankhai-Sakha,

      Who have belts around their waists.

      Throw them face down,

      Reduce them to dust,

      Destroy their homes!

      Oh yes, I am bending low,

      Oh yes, I am going around…

      Treading on the evil tribes,

      Ripping out their hearts and lungs,

      Tongues and hard penises.

      Make this possible for me, old woman!

       Alaatan-ulaatan…

       Aidanym-kuidanyn…

      Oh yes, I am talking a lot…

      Oh yes, I am making much noise…

      Kill the father of the Under World,

      Wipe off their mother

      From the surface of the earth,

      Rip out their hearts,

      Vocal and spinal cords.

      Give them to me,

      To thank me for rocking your cradle!

      I

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