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ELES BOOTUR 9 5

I’m sinking into the bog
On the bottom of the Low World.
My last moment has come,
Even if you’re far from here
I’m asking you to be here,
To help me, to support me
I’m dying, indeed.h
In the twinkling of an eye
A strong whirlwind whistled
Along a narrow passage.
Just in a moment
Above the black bog
With her tambourine
As big as a lake,
With her quick and
White beetle,
Having a silk train,
And worsted fringes
The greatest of all witches
The strongest of all witches,
Having nine-sagened hair,
Wearing her dress
With golden decorations
The daughter of the Sun
Kuogeldjin, the witch
On the red cloud
Moving softly and tenderly
Accompanied with bells, and
Magic sounds of her tambourine
Began to shamanize.

Kuogeldjin the Witch

“A sunk man does not come up,
A drowned one does not emerge,
A dying one is not saved,
The spirit of the bog,
The master of the Low World
Having eight sharp needles,
Nine pecking beaks