and clinking
As if they were alive,
Neck adornments were brought.
He laid them out to glitter in the sun,
Front and back adornments interlaced,
With pendants and plates
Twinkling brightly!
He brought a rich beaver hat,
The silver trimming of which
Shone in the white sun;
Red decoration on top of it
Gleamed as a pretty pattern.
She used to wear it proudly
When she was a girl.
He placed all these things in front of her.
After that Sabyia Baai Khotun,
Destined to be the foremother of Sakha,
Sat stroking her silvery cheeks
With her two plump hands,
With her long fingers looking like
Ten she-ermines with their heads down.
Letting her long, eight-bylas-long braid down,
Her pearly teeth shining,
She began to sing softly…
THE SONG OF SABYIA BAAI KHOTUN
‘Jeh-buo! Jeh-buo!
Spirit of the dwelling, Jedeh Bakhsila,
Living on the main post of my house!
You have removed
Your thick non-skid shield...
Spirit of my eight-rimmed,
Eight-brimmed, restless,
Full of trouble Primordial Mother Earth
Aan-Alakhchyn, the White Manghalyn
With a copper cane,
Ready to protect everybody,
My dear honourable grandmother!
You have loosened your grip for me…
If I am destined to be a Sakha,
Spread out wide my smooth path,
My fast horse with mane and tail!
The dazzling white spring sun glitters
Like the blade of a big batas,
The radial white winter sun glitters
Like the edge of a thin batas,
A calm summer is coming,
Tender green shoots are appearing,
Sedge, higher than
A three-year-old bull calf,
Does not fade away,
Thin sedge as high as
A four-year-old shank mare
Does not turn yellow,
A lake of kumis higher than
A brown foal fed till autumn
Rises boisterously in this land
Of joy and happiness.
My Nelegeldjin Ekhsit,
My Nelbeng Aiyyhyt
Has become an Ejen Ekhsit –
A goddess for young women,
Has become an Akhtar Aiyyhyt –
A goddess for elderly women!
It is high time for me,
For the Urankhai Sakha
To part the bone
To beget a child in my own house.
At dawn of the vast blue sky,
Look at my fence,
Glance at my farmyard
And become a beautiful mare
Of the tremendous sky,
With firm muscles, a grey thigh
And opalescent brown spots
Above its front legs,
With large spots on its shoulder,
With a notched pattern on its croup,
With sacred marks
On its solid and massive ribs,
With a spotted nostril
And a good appearance
To welcome Ejen Aiyy.84
Appear, show yourself to me,
Caress me with your gifted hand!
Look at my vast bed,
At my generous gifts
Help me!
Talk to me
From the head of my bed,
Bless me
From the foot of my bed,
Take me onto your soft knees!
I plead with you for a boy
With a frightful and stubborn temper,
I plead with you for a girl
With a quick and angry temper!
Aikhal-michil!
Tell me clearly in Sakha
That you give me your blessing!
Treat me as a human being!
Treat yourself to my yellow ilgeh!
