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Resting against its stirrup,
Getting up to its high saddle
As easily as a black cock,
Settling on the backbone of it,
Directing to the rising sun,
Sending its hot rays,
Heeled a piece of flesh
As large as a pot
From its strong chest,
Struck its thigh
With his whistling whip
Cutting out a piece of flesh.
Black Bear the Horse
Hoofed a frozen ground
Raising it as four cocks,
His nine-sazened tail
Followed like a trail of a boat,
His seven-sagened swept mane
Stretched out like a spread bark,
His three-sagened golden fringe
Rose above clouds.
Leaving his yard
Going away from his alaas,
Saying good-bye to his World,
Entering another World,
Making the Low World laugh,
The Upper World shout,
His own World disturb
Like water in a bucket,
He speeded upwards
Faster that an arrow or a star
Whirling away he gazed around:
The strongest heroes contested,
The kind tribes disgraced each other,
The evil tribes took to,
The abaasy tribes chased,
Full of damnation and blood,
Invocation of evil Spirits
And wailing misfortune,
Coal-black clouds heaped,