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I I I S BOOTUR 2 5

Swallowing seven larches
With branches and roots
Not weakening, not dying out,
Sharing its heat
For seven days and nights,
Bums gaily and greedily.
A chattering shed,
A whispering larder,
A laughing verandah,
A reciting poem extension,
A fable telling lumber room,
A fortune telling cabin,
A mourning comer,
A wide-opened door
Has this wonderful dwelling.
Looking round the utensils
And house things, you see
A chair for olonkho-singer,
A bench for a singer,
A stool for a riddler,
A board for mincing meat,
A running axe, cutting rope knife,
A jumping plate and cup
A light-legged wooden bowl,
A skipping pot, cast-iron kettle,
A shouting out spoon,
A telling news bucket,
A welcoming and inviting
Too large table has
This magnificent dwelling.
Gazing carefully
This broad-shouldered
Great mountain
To find out its owner,
You’ll see a tall man
Of the Middle World.
The strongest man
Under the sun,
The famous man
Of this kind World