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108 PETR OGOTOEV

Was not thinking
About his future,
Was not frightened
By his threatening words.
Taking his breath, pulling out
His enemy’s beating heart
Together with lungs
And strong liver
Piercing through
With his sharp spear
He flung it up high.
Ilbis, the girl, mad spirit
Didn’t fail to miss it
With her crooked claw,
Always ready gullet,
Licking it off quickly
Swallowed easily.
Going mad again,
Jumping with joy
Sang a song of seven tribes
Danced a dance of nine tribes.

Ilbis the Girl

hlsiligim-tasylygym,
Oh, how glad I am!
Ergenigim-urbaanygym
Emine-tuomui!
Eles Bootur the Great
Having Black Bear Horse,
My close friend,
Listen to my quiet story,
To my disorderly song,
Pricking up your ears
As large as the moon!
You are great as well as
Generous, I see.
You are not stingy, I see.
Go on feeding everybody
Sharing your food!