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68 PETR OGOTOEV

Sharp-pointed spares
Were ready to pierce
But split into pieces
They were left behind.
They rushed to the attack
With their fists
Screaming and shouting.
They smashed each other
Like Baltaanai the Smith
Fodging the iron,
Like Esuk Khara the Smith
Hammering violently.
They hit their spine,
They aimed at tops of head,
They struck their temples.
Wet with sweat
From head to toe
They decided to be equal.
The great World was ruined,
Was trampled down.
During nine days and nights
Not stopping to take a breath,
They punched their tops,
Pierced their temples,
Broke their firm bones.
Seeing their blood,
They got into a rage.
They called a girl-Spirit
To their left side.
They called a boy-misfortune
To their right side.
Not seeing running blood
Not noticing injured body,
Not getting sight of broken bones,
Not understanding a death
They struggled like tigers,
Rushed to each other like a glutton
Wrestled like a lion.
Eles Bootur the Great
Exceeded his rivals,