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Ills BOOTUR 2 7

Neither in the morning nor evening,
He is not caught up
By a race horse
During seven days and nights,
His name is in everybody’s mouth
Famous and known,
He is glorified
At every crossing
Which a quick horse
Will not get to
Running for eight days and nights.
He was bom to bring fame
To this Middle World,
He was quite unusual
Since his birthday.
Jumping out of his mother’s womb,
Fluttering like a fish on ice,
Started to cry out.
Hearing this unbearable cry,
This wonderful World
Was troubled seriously,
This blessed World
Got frightened really.
His tensed muscles look like
A cut down larch,
His agile arms look like
A barked larch
His firm hands look like
A twisted larch.
His big legs look like
The best branch of a larch
Fixed firmly,
His stalwart shins look like
Chocks of a thick larch
Placed straight,
His flat chest is like
A wide-opened door,
His hip is about
Three sagenes5,
His waist is about