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
