Olonkho. P. A. Oyunsky

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      With rare, delicate shrubs,

      With lovely crossbill songbirds,

      With its gentle folk, renowned for its singers,

      Oyunsky, the young prodigy,

      Descendant of shamans,

      Sat down, enlivened by sudden inspiration,

      Scribbling furiously, he roughed out:

      ‘The great hero Nurgun Botur the Swift

      Who rides the fleet of foot black horse,

      Born standing on the border

      Of the clear, white sky…’

      The legend of Olonkho

      Thus told to the Sakha

      Over the generations

      As their favourite saga

      Made up of thirty Olonkho pieces.

      An Olonkhosut, a dear old man

      Sitting cross-legged, hands holding his knees,

      Improvises his Olonkho so eloquently,

      Recounting the creation of the Universe,

      How it prospered and flourished,

      As if embroidering a golden-yellow canvas

      With ornate colourful words.

      Soon, the wandering eyes of the audience

      Start glistening, imaginations run wild,

      And the strong Toyon hearts

      Of my dear Urankhai Sakha

      Throb excitedly as they exclaim ‘Noh!’

      In surprise and admiration

      Encouraging the narration…

       Song 1

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       The eight-rimmed, eight-brimmed 1

       Full of discord-discontent,

       Our Primordial Motherland,

       Was created-consecrated, they say…

       So, we do our best to tell the story…

      ***

      In ancient times

      In warring, bloodthirsty times

      Before the world changed,

      Beyond the evil horizon

      Of the awful earlier years,

      When the Middle World2

      Was not yet known,

      As the thirty-five tribes

      Emerging from everywhere,

      To become the front-faced,3

      Two-legged

      Human beings

      With an ability to foresee;4

      The people of the Under World

      Born wearing worn-out,5 ragged fur coats,

      With teeth as sharp as a knife

      Descendants of the famous tribe

      Of Arsan Dolai6

      And the famous old woman Ala Buhrai,7

      Not yet known as the thirty-six tribes

      To the people with the reins on their backs8

      With foreseeing eyes;

      The descendants of the Kun Aiyy family9

      The great old man, Ulutuyar Uluu Toyon,10

      Born in the upper, inaccessible sky,

      And Khotun Kokhtuya with a shrill voice,11

      Not yet known as the thirty-nine tribes

      To the people with the reins on their backs.

      Tales about them were by no means on the tip of their sharp tongues.

      The inhabited Middle World was created,

      They say…

      It is unknown if the smooth, white sky12

      Is held together by its edges;

      It is unknown if it hangs on radiant ropes,

      It is impossible to see

      Where it begins at three shiny locks

      Where the steps rise into the air,

      It is impossible to see how it floats

      Above the deathly nyuken etugen.13

      No wings can be seen

      Which lift it into the air,

      The axis cannot be seen

      Which rotates the earth,

      But a mournful song,

      A sorrowful toyuk is heard.14

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       The great old man Ulutuyar Uluu Toyon Born in the upper inaccessible sky, And Khotun Kokhtuya with a shrill voice,

      The great cold ocean lies beneath this World,15

      The edge of the ocean cannot be seen,

      The opposite side of the ocean

      Cannot be seen.

      The Middle World is washed

      By the frightening waters

      Of by the deadly Odun Baigal16

      The

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