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Within a hair’s breadth of death.
Great heroes of divine tribes
Were hardly breathing,
With dimmed memory,
Not able to think,
Their sun was covered
With heavy clouds,
Their death was here.
Their tears were
The only defender,
They were not common heroes
Of the Middle World,
Everybody was great in his own way:
Having a spear in his side
An orphan since his childhood,
With nipples of nine vershoks12
Dodungkui the Master,
From a distance of seven suns
Seen like a seven-year-old boy
Teiteenei, the iron,
Having eight legs
Sitting on a black cloud
Nuoghai, the honest,
Bom in great times
Khardachy, the big,
Famous for his strength
Emili, the sun;
Not bending heroes
Of the Upper World:
The son of the sky
Mokhsoghol, the plain,
Djeheldjut,the athlete,
Not defeated Buura Dokhsun,
Quick-minded, rapid
Eriedel Bergen,
Not tired, quick as a star
Sung Djaahyn, wise man.
Tormented, exhausted
Hardly moving
They surrounded