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Having eaten entrails
And a clot of blood,
I’ve satisfied my hunger,
I’ve become taller and thicker,
I’m ready to continue
My destroying way,
To confirm my firm luck
As large as a hill,
To increase my bloody happiness
As large as not disappearing ruins.
I’m late for taking my wife to bed,
I’m dying from passionate love,
I’m eager to conceive a child.
Let my ten-sagened homed,
Short-legged dwarfish ox
Measure verst9 by pacing
And go on and on.
To cover miles in a twinkling!
Let my eight-legged
Black sledge crawl on and on.
Haai! Haai!”
Eles Bootur the Great
Putting on his three-layered armour.
Girdled himself tightly.
His covetous, greedy knife
Was forged by Bakaanai smith,
Was blown by Kekenei smith,
Was sharpened by copper-smith,
It absorbed witchcraft
To five in discord and swearing.
He placed this very knife
Near his right shin.
Having a birch-bark case,
A barrel made of firm wood,
A fairytale tendon,
His faithful gun
He flung over his shoulder.
He put into a special hole
Of his nine-edged belt
A bow running at top speed,