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Duolan Duksuula the Great
Began to chew and champ,
Aiming at the top
Of your nine-hooped head,
Bowing to you I’m asking
To turn into a marten,
To soften like a burbot liver,
Set free what you’re holding
Let go what you’ve caught!
Here I have a present for you, -
Converting a spider
Of the Low World into an ox
She threw it down.
The thrown down present
Hit the center of the bog.
As if he was thanking her
For this generous present,
The bog swelled up
As if it was a pot
Boiling away.
The drowning hero
Showed himself
Up to his chest,
On the second swelling
He rose up to his waist,
On the third effort
He was thrown into the air
Like a light ball.
Kuogeldjin, the witch
Was waiting for him,
Stretching out her tambourine,
She caught him and placed him
On the top of a rock
Sitting on a high cloud,
She started a message
Of Urung Aar Toion
Who was the father
Of the eight-rowed sky,
The master of nine skies,
Who created the World