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hope I have forestalled

      The son of Oroi-Buhrai,

      Orulos-Dokhsun

      A great man,

      Buhra-Dokhsun94

      With a harness

      Of four rolling thunderbolts

      And eight striking lightning whips,

      So as not to let him

      Abduct her –

      Or has he done so already?!

      What a tragedy that would be!

      I tried to hurry

      So I would hopefully forestall

      The son of Ulutuyar Uluu Toyon

      And haughty Khotun Kokhtuya,

      Unruly Uot Uhumu, Tong Duhrai95

      With the huge fire-breathing dragon

      For a horse,

      Notorious for his rows,

      Famous for his violence

      In the southern swirling sky,

      So as not to let him

      Grab her and vanish,

      So that I would not tread

      On snow and slush.

      Or has he already escaped with her?!

      What terrible sadness that would be!

      You, my brother, the best demon

      Ehekh Kharbir, Three Shadows,

      Timir Jigistei,

      Born in the age of enmity,

      Settled in the bottom

      Of deadly Eluu Cherkechekh,

      Do not let a white bird

      Fly over my head.

      You, my elder brother

      Alyp Khara Aat Mogoidon,96

      The father of terrible Ap-Salbaniki,

      Do not let a grey mouse

      Slip under my feet.

      They say that warrior Kun Jiribineh

      With the grey horse

      Is an inbred unhealthy boy.

      Can I not crush him?

      Whether they agree or not,

      It is all the same:

      I will take away and marry

      My fair-faced Tuyarima Kuo.

      Ha-ha…ha-ha…’

      Having said that,

      He pretended

      To rejoice and laugh,

      Hiccupping, showing his teeth

      Like the sharp brims

      Of a split birch-bark basket.

      Having heard this,

      A young man of the Middle World,

      The brave warrior Kun Jiribineh

      With the light-grey horse

      Flew into a fury.

      His blood was up,

      He breathed heavily

      Like a sweating bull,

      He swelled with indignation,

      His muscles strained

      So that he arched his back

      Like a crooked tree.

      He threw his head back,

      His curly hair hanging back

      Down to his shoulders,

      Rose up like a foal’s tail,

      Swished to and fro over his head,

      Sparkling with sulphur fire,

      Flint sparks flashing

      From his eyes and face.

      His eyes became bloodshot;

      He had thoughts of deathly battle.

      His fingers crunched

      As if he was beating a drum,

      His strong tendons pinged,

      Tightened like twined willows,

      He turned green

      Like silver filings,

      Like iron filings,

      He turned dark,

      Like copper filings

      He turned red,

      Holding his long spear high,

      Thirsting for fresh blood,

      Glittering to reflect

      A young woman’s eyelashes

      And eyebrows,

      Holding his long bloody batas

      Like a walking stick

      Glittering to reflect

      A young man’s teeth and lips,

      Swollen like a mountain,

      Taking wide steps,

      Treading heavily,

      He came up to the demon’s son,

      To the best of Ajarais,

      And brandished his huge fist

      Under the black, hooked nose

      Of the Abaahy.

      The face of the Abaahy shrank.

      The warrior spat in his eyes and face

      And started to insult him

      With caustic words…

      KUN JIRIBINEH’S SONG

      ‘Buo-buo! Buo-diibin

      Filthy face, bandy legs, bloody mouth,

      Blackguard, son of Ajarais

      Dropped down

      From a passing cloud,

      Son of a demon dropped down

      From a moving cloud,

      I will trample on you,

      I will bridle you,

      I will put you on your back

      And rip your belly open.

      Be quick to say your last words

      Before you die!

      Who are you?

      I want to know –

      Whom am I going to kill?

      Where are you from, blackguard?

      How will I tell in my story

      Whose black blood I have shed,

      Whose thick skin I have cut,

      Whose long bones I have broken?!

      If you want to know who I am,

      Who is the one boasting

      In front of you,

      You should know this:

      I am the mighty and vigorous warrior,

      Kun Jiribineh

      On the grey horse,

      With

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