wiped away the sweat,
Sparkling like mica,
Off her forehead,
With her ten long, white fingers
Looking like ten she-ermines,
With their heads down.
Then she opened her mouth
To utter some wonderful words –
The blessing words
Of Akhtar Aiyyhyt.
AKHTAR AIYYHYT’S BLESSING
‘Che-duo! Chel baraan!
May your urui-michil be constant forever,
May it flourish during nine centuries…
May your aikhal-michil not fade away,
May it be continuous
During eight centuries…
May your fortune be good,
May your future be happy
During seven centuries…
Che-duo! Chel baraan!
I have told your fortune,
I have foreseen your destiny…
May you have three Sakha
To propagate and to bear,
May you have four Sakha
To increase your tribe…
May you have a trouble-free destiny
For many centuries,
May Odun Khan bless you…
If the stormy winds blow
From the Upper World,
May the kin of Kun-Erken87
With the reins on their backs protect you…
If the cold wind blows
From the Under World,
May the kin of Aiyy-Khan
With the straps on their necks guard you…
May your ungracious and wilful son
Have the following name:
Strong and sturdy Kun Jiribineh88
With the light grey horse.
May your vivacious
And hot-tempered daughter
Have the name
Of fair-faced Tuyarima Kuo…
With your past remembered
As a pleasant time,
With your future coming
Free of problems.
May you live in warmth and love
Like an egg in a golden nest.
I am saying farewell for years to come!’
After that she walked noisily to the door
Of their large house,
Which seventy-seven men
For seven days and nights
Could not even half-open,
Pushed it open
As easily as if it were a leaf.
She crossed the massive threshold
The size of a four-year-old mare
Resting on its side.
Bending her back
She turned at once
Into a beautiful four-year-old mare.
Snorting and neighing,
She jumped up to the large white cloud.
Looking like the skin of a mare
Complete with its hooves and mane,
She flew straight up into the high sky,
To the Upper World
With a blue haze around her breast,
With a white haze under her feet…
To tell you the full story,
To tell you right up to the end,
Using colourful and picturesque words,
This is what happens next:
Sakha Saaryn Toyon, Sabyia Baai Khotun,
Destined to give birth
To three kins of Sakha,
Were singled out
To beget four kins of Sakha.
Holding their boy and girl
Under their armpits,
They scrubbed them with the water
Of a deep lake,
Washed them with the water
Of a blue lake…
Fair-faced Sabyia Baai Khotun
Took out her delicious generous breasts
With her ten long silver fingers –
Looking like ten she-ermines
With their heads down.
She put the nipple of her right breast
Into the mouth of her restless
And amazingly alert son,
She put the nipple of her left breast
Into the mouth of her vivacious
And hot-tempered daughter…
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