Page 87 - ELES BOOTUR (2)

When she flew up to the sky.
When it flapped
A fire as large as a log
Poured out of its wings.
In the twinkling of an eye
It disappeared.
Displeased to be delayed
Directed his devoted horse
To the hottest and plentiful side,
Accompanied by seventy-seven storms,
Eighty-eight whirlwinds,
Ninety-nine gales
He whistled like an arrow,
He floated like a feather.
To the left an insidious abaasy
As big as a two-year-old child cries,
To the right an evil abaasy
As big as a ten-year-old child wails,
Holding this adventurous way
By its top
Catching this stormy way
By its forelock
He is riding to the shining sun
Twice swifter than an arrow.
Together with blizzard,
Wind and whirlwind.
His devoted horse
Getting into a white heat
Crashed dried lands
Like a thin ice,
Trampled down hills
Like slight fences,
Knocked down frozen trees
Like horse tail,
Pulled not frozen trees
Like a tendon,
Pushing forward
Through nine large ways,
Opening eight bolts,
Seven strong joints,