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Crossing his leg,
Staring at the fire
Sits in front of it.
What deep thought,
What heavy thought
Tortures him so
That he sits here
Staring at the fire?
Only some days ago
He concealed the dear body
Of his blessed white-haired father
Reminding you of graying mane
Of growing old horse.
Only two days passed
He bid farewell to his dear mother
Given birth to him, nursing,
Taking care, brought him up
To fly like a duck in the sky.
Having lost his parents,
Having sent them to the World
From which they won’t come back,
Squeezed by deep grief
Not knowing what to do,
He is sitting here,
Gazing at the fire.
Do you want to know
Where he is from,
What his background is?
From century to century
His ancestors lived
Possessing a lot of property,
He was a child of passionate love
Of a young rich beauty and
Of a courageous hero.
He was deep in their hearts,
He was a pupil of their eyes.
His name is Eles Bootur
Having Black bear Horse.
His name is not uttered
By a timid man for fear