its rich, wide spaciousness
Full of joy and happiness,
There are countless sandpipers,
A lot of ducks that never fly away,
Plenty of turtle-doves
That never cease cooing,
In the land of milk and cream,
Which gets richer and richer,
Nine seleh-ropes are tied,80
Yellow chechir – a row of birch trees
Is lined up
As vast as eight dense forests.
In a tuhulgeh,81 a place for a feast,
As deep and wide as a lake,
There are curdy bogs
Up to the head of a fattened horse,
There is milky salt-marsh
Up to the knees of a racehorse.
Sabyia Baai Khotun
And Sakha Saaryn Toyon
Were settled here,
In the copper nest of Mother Earth,
Eight-brimmed, eight-rimmed,
Restless and worried,
Where mud and snow do not remain,
In its golden womb the bright sun rests,
On its light navel and high range,
On its swollen fat and thrown-back neck,
On the very centre of the earth,
On the very top of the sky
A marvellous,
Magnificent dwelling was built.
It had thirty tie-beams,
Nine narrow windows
To let in the rays of the sun,
It occupied a place measuring nine bylas.82
This incomparable dwelling was sparkling,
Inviting from a great distance…
Ordered to create
Three kins of Sakha
Destined to give birth
To four kins of Sakha,
Driven by desire,
Overwhelmed by passion
Young sweethearts
Looked into each other’s eyes,
Took a fancy to each other.
Their blood began to boil,
They opened the door
To their large dwelling
Hand in hand –
Who can resist such intense desire?
A passion to love threw them into bed,
Thinking it would be a tradition
Of the three kins of Sakha,
They pulled over themselves
The blanket made with three sable skins,
They shook up pillows made of lynx skins,
Tore off their clothes with longing fingers;
The adornment of the breast was unfastened,
The adornment of the hips was unbuttoned,
The strings of her pants were torn off…
The call of Aiyyhyt was overwhelming,
The impatient lovers began to embrace,
The passion of Ekhsit was really very strong;
They kissed ardently, entwined playfully,
They caressed each other eagerly
Until they became tired…
Then, the sweet woman’s body
Trembled intensely
Because of the love and passion
Below her belly,
In that place
Where a man becomes a man
As big as a ladle,
The souls of a boy and a girl
Began to pulsate in her womb…
Sabyia Baai Khotun,
The foremother of Sakha
Proudly celebrated her pregnancy:
In a day
She was in her first month;
In two days
She was in her second month;
In three days
She was in her third month;
In four days
She was in her fourth month;
In her fifth month
She began to waddle;
In her sixth month
She walked slowly in a haphazad way
In her seventh month
Her face lost its colour;
In her eighth month
She felt pain in her body;
In her ninth month
She walked with a crook;
In her tenth month
The time came to give birth.
