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Flying like an arrow
Got to the other side
Before the gorge snapped.
The two black stones
Threshed and smashed
A sharp point of the needle,
It lost its lustre.
Eles Bootur didn’t notice
When he became himself.
Having passed two obstacles
Of Eos Tardar successfully
Not knowing and not thinking
What was coming
He rolled head over heels
Towards the Low World
He was going down
Along a narrow passage
Looking like a throat of a bull calf,
It became wider and wider.
Soon he reached a nice land
Full of singing birds and cuckoos,
Covered with green grass,
Just at the end of the passage
He saw a small dwelling
Its flue smoking
Inviting to enter.
Just across the silky field
Swimming like a swan,
Shining like the Sun,
Shimmering like a flower,
Smiling at him tenderly,
Driving her three cows,
Gazing at him prettily,
A beautiful girl
Was coming up to him.
Stopping in front of him,
Opening her lovely mouth,
Uttered these kind words:
