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He raised him high
Above the clouds,
Flung him down
Deep into seven-sagenes,
When he was going
To pull out his head,
The spirit of his eye
Out of the bottom of it
Looking like a frozen hole,
Fell out like a melted tin,
Passing by it said:

The Spirit of Eos Tardar

“Aanai-tuonai abam!
Oh, my grief, my misfortune!
I used to burst out laughing
Hearing a pain of others,
Now I see what it is!
I used to smile and be glad
Seeing sick people,
What an awful thing
It is to be ill!
When they asked me
Not to kill and save them
I tried to kill them quickly,
Now I see what it is!
But don’t be glad so early
I’ll come back to you!
When your girl
Begins to scissors,
When your boy
Begins to use an arrow
I’ll come out of your threshold,
We’ll battle again,
I’ll scatter your ashes
Laughing out,” - and
His voice disappeared.
Eles Bootur the Great
Having won his enemy