Dzhangar The Second Song On Somehow Ulan Hongor, Scarlet Lion Marry 2part Poem by Yuri Starostin

The second song
On somehow hero Ulan Hongr, Scarlet Lion marry


(Continued...)
The breeder of bald Otsol Keke
Found Hongors
In the velvet green grass,
In the cold clear waters.
Otsol Keke collected in the rump
All terrible beauty of him.
Otsol Keke assembled in the eyes
All sight sharpness of him,
Otsol Keke gathered in the feet
All speed fastness of him.
The runner cast aside
The select grooms-fellows
Then in one end, then in the other end,
Thinking the new campaign,
Jump and thunder by his harness ...

Han-lady Zandan Gerel yelled:
' The groom goes to the far land,
We will clothe him from the head to the toe! '
Hongor shod in his couple
Of the blood-red beautiful boots
What could be better than them in the world!
The hundred girls hemstitch
Only one of their out-heel,
The thousand girls hemstitch
The bootleg of the beautiful boots.
The shirt has been worn on him
Has the colors of the no-fade-grass.
The three precious beshmets on him.

He met the fight armors.
The rich belt he met.
Pinned to the right side
The one-sazhen steel sword
In the seventy geldings of a price.
The precious satin caftan
In ten thousand tents of a price
On his shoulders he shuffle himself.
The helmet askew he pull.
The broad yellow bowl
He overturn seventy times -
The seventy and one person
Lift it difficulty.



The delicate white insides
Warmed by the strong drink.
Proudly Hongor looked in the crowd.
The veins swelled on the powerful forehead,
Became in a whip of a value.
The heart pounding in the chest cage -
The ten courage boiling there,
Ready away every moment.
The ten white fingers of his
He clenched in the threatening fists.
Fearfully to touch such lion.
Each finger, that a claw of a lion!
The pupils of a cold eyes in the wells
Rollover twelve times -
A falcon staring the eyes so,
Falcon, when flying for a prey!

He surprised by the power of his
The hordes of a brave warriors.
Long looked to him,
Guessed the power of him,
Boom from a circle to the circle there,
All inquired each other there:
'What of a power he is gifted?
Whose power like the power of him? '

Tested him in a detail,
Examining from all sides,
Discussing the merits of all,
The army agreed in that,
That's the forehead - strong by the Mach- Halova * force
That's in the crown the power of Ochir-Vani *
The top akin the power of Zunkva *.
Resolved: the width of the blades
Equal to the seventy sazhens.
Resolved: the width of his thighs
Equal to the eighty sazhens.
Resolved: the camp in the middle of his
Reaches the forty elbows.




He sat on the seat in front of them,
He stood on the ground in front of them,
Considered by all of the laws he was-
Resolved: he was a horse hero
And the unmounted one was unsurpassed.
To find a bad sign could not.
Resolved: No an equal heroic spirit to him
Near and far
He is - the proud of the heroes of the earth!
And we all of the host wish him
The performances of the conceived affairs,
Return to the native limit -
To the scaly palace doors.
Blessed the brave man,
Hongor quickly mounted on his horse,
Like a red ember,
Bounced from the fire.


Let look at the horse!
The horse threw the hind legs
In the distance of a day
The horse threw the front legs
In a distance of a two days.

He supports on his breast
The chin that galloping
Contact the black ground.
He searing by the breath the grass -
It becomes the ashes.
If to look aside at him -
He seems the hare flying,
As he jumped out the thicket,
Bifurcate the grass.

Seven times seven - a forty-nine days
Hongor rode on the bald horse.
When he left to the pass,
Calling Bolzatin-Boro,
Hongor dismounted from Otsol Keke,
Tied the horse to the saddle bow,
Bent by the steel from the best steel
The peerless feet of the horse.
Stretched the silver chumbur,
Waved his black whip,
Flashed the black eyes,
Surveyed the black view of the cold eyes
The four ends of the earth.

Flooded the light of the hot rays,
The Zambalhan tower away
Is blazed like the fire.
Then Hongor stretched the sight -
The tower of the expensive glass
Stand, is light and round,
Remind the nest of an eagle.
The girl lived in this tower.
'Let's see - he thought - what is
Of a han- girl, that could
Appeal our Bogdo '.

And Hongor stared the look in the nest.
He saw Zandan Görele.
The yellow sun she prayed,
Holding the tibia ¹ in the arms
Her guest sat near to her -
The offspring * of the Tengri - Tegya Byus.
'Shall I avoid indeed to fight with him, ' -
Hongor, Scarlet Lion, thought
And he look on, afraid,
In the side of his cute Bumba ...

Here he throws the view on the tower -
He sees the han-girl with a bone in the arm,
Then he turns back -
He sees the friend Otsol Keke...
The thrill takes Scarlet Hongor
Hongor walks back and forth,
He looks at a glass calm,
Rising in the distance.

Clever Otsol Keke thought:
'Is it not too long my master
Hongor walks back and forth? '
Keke wrest the iron shackles
And fierce Keke said to the rider:
'Having the eighteen brave years
You decided to become a husband,
But are ready back home,
Also become a mockery,
Seeing the enemy from a distance?


You will be the stubborn coward -
What can you do with the eternal shame?
What a people will say about you then?
You think if you go forward,
If you die in the fight,
Dzhangar do not finds a hero
Of the equal courage to you? '

Hongor came in the heroic anger.
Enraged by the leopard anger,
He was gritted by the wisdom teeth.
A lion thrash about in the trap -
The heart beat up in the steel chest.
Seating up on the precious horse,
Hongor ordered him 'Look,
That you delivered me tomorrow at the daybreak
To Tegya Byus,
No that - perish no complaining,
I will turn your iron rump
In the skin for the drum!
I turn your eight ribs
In the drum sticks!
I make a round bowls
Forth the your four hoofs
For the saints luminaires! '

The horse listen to the words of the brave man.
He listened the oath till the end
And he rode in the thick dust,
Like a storm became o'er a distance,
As he was jealous the wind,
As he frightened an earth lumps,
That he scatter on the way.

'Okay, - the answer of the horse was.-
Only manage to sit on me,
Hold on my back
Up to the morning tomorrow.
If you fly accidentally
Through my sacrum -
Then blame on you, fellow,
My master you will be not,
Do not regret, I leave you,
And I am, my Hongor, alone that you have! '



Otsol Keke, as a eaglet, soarable.
He rode below the clouds,
Higher up the crank feather.
The earth ran all in the pits!
He bored the bit by the fang.
Hongor turns on him
Once in front, then behind the saddle.
The gold reins
Hongor held difficult in his hands.
A wind does not catch up the horse -
He flew faster a pacer.

Hongor dismounted at the door
Of the bright girl's Palace
On the dawn of the second day.
He bent the tall feet of the runner
By the steel from the best steel,
Pushed the door leafs with the ring,
Opened the light doors of the palace,
Sit to the right of the glass doors.

The lady lay for
There for the long bedspreads,
There under the nine canopy,
In the peace, in the bliss, there in the expanse,
There on the eight-legged throne.
Hearing the bells ringing,
The madame screamed:
'Who is visited no asking me?
What a dirty dog I have,
With the fiery hot muzzle,
With the frenzied dog saliva,
With the eyes like its of a breeding bull,
Like a stray boom-whistle *,
Flown from afar?
Let get away, whilst
The guard bruise a side of you! '

'Perchance I came here, lady!
I loss the herd of a horses.
Wandering to search the herd
A seven times seven - forty-nine days,
I wandered, guided by the sadness,
In the first home that meet me -
To announce on my loss
To quench the thirst for a many days.
You help the poor man,
Draw some moisture you are! '


Then Tegya Byus shouted
For the silk curtains:
'No a time to get up us for a stroller,
There is no one here to submit a moisture to you,
You are fill yourself a bowl! '

Standing up the seats in his corner,
Hongor filled the bowl
In the seventy and one times.
And he emptied the bowl
In the seventy and one times-
The seventy and one person
Pick it up difficulty...

'Drink more quickly and go away,
Go your own way! '-
The men shouted to athlete
From the tight canopies.
'Go, leaving the owners of these?
You gave me a moisture to drink now
Please do not take the time right now!
I want to enjoy the pipe right now! '
And Hongor smoke his tube.

The drinking araki
Warmed his insides.
His white ten fingers
Clenched into the anger fists.
The heart pounding in the chest cage -
The animal thrash about into the forest thicket,
The ten courage rip out the breast!
He said: 'I feel that you are close -
I do not see you, let you show yourself!
I have a look to the eyes of the monsieur,
That drives the people out the home.
So simply I do not leave you!
Would you like to play with me
Under the sun feet, hero? '

Lifted the nine curtains,
Haughty Tegya Byus go out,
Screwing up his eyes to the athlete,
Roughly dragging the coltish lush fur coat.
Having measure Hongor by the one eye,
He began laugh on him:

' Any beast will appear
Somewhere out- and thitherward: to climb
In a fight with me, to sin for me! '
The laughter overcomes Tegya Byus.
After washing, he rein his horse,
Put all armor all out,
Drive in the middle of the steppe.
'The death befalls the man in the desert! ' -
Tengria son Tegya Byus thought.

Whether a lot of time, whether a long time they rode -
They saw the Ganges -ocean
At the root of the ice mountain.
'The bones of warriors, that argued with me,
Smolder in these clefts then.
The blood of the bullies, that argued with me,
Is red in these streams then. '
So Tegya Byus said before the fight -
Show on the mountain, on the ocean.

These words pass
The whips are whistling in the arms
Of the raging strongman.
The hardened tips of the yellow swords
Flashed on:
Its pierce the enemy at once!
Its ripped a fighter in twain
From the head to the pelvis,
But only to take away the swords -
Both parts knit again,
As to dissect a water
And again the water united!
Then the foes begun shake
By the gold spears,
Each pierced other to the bone,
But no one could not win!
Pressing the white fingers to the palm,
The dare man jumped to the brave man.
The eight horse feet leaped
The eight times at the full gallop-
But no one could not win,
The horsemen are not moved and on an inch
Stay in the sturdy saddle of their...

Deciding that they should not torment
Their herbivores,
Deciding eventually to test
The force of the men's shoulders and shoulder blades,
Taking from the mothers and the fathers -
The heroes descend the runners.
Rolling up the pants of the wild deer skins
Higher up their shins,
Rolling up the pants of the wild horse skins
Higher up the knees,
The hero took in their arms
Their ash bows.

'Who will be first to shoot:
Either you will do, that touch me,
Neither I will do, that sit peacefully '? -
'I will do have hurt you,
I'll be first to shoot! '-

The arrow recoil from the onion of Hongor
But it could not pierce Tegya Byus,
It bounced off the chest,
Flatten its tip!
The arrow of Tegya Byus recoil -
It could not pierce Hongor,
It bounced off the chest,
Flatten its tip -
Each enemies could not pierce other.

When and the arrows have not helped,
The terrible battle is not finished here
They rushed into the melee here!
They fought the four weeks
Each throwing other through oneself -
Then they flew over the seas,
Then they fly over the mountains.
Each of they shook other for a long time.
Finally Tegya Byus tore
The Hongor feet off the ground.
But the son of the willy parent
Did not want to fall the giant to the ground,
He withstood the four days
On the little finger of the right foot!

The heart of the horse is fluttered -
Otsol Keke saw:
Worse of the case of Scarlet Hongor!
Biting the horse bridle,
Keke breaking his fetters,
And fierce Keke cried:

'You are from the tribe of Shikshirgi,
You are a descendant of Han-woman Moha!
Neither you do the enemies feared,
Neither you are to frighten the enemies?
Neither you are the flag of your motherland?
Not sparing your life,
Do not you become the winner,
Is not you become a conqueror
Of the Hans of the seventy nations?
Is not you have been the proud of the warriors?
Is not you was the Dzhangar hardness?
Is not you have served a shield him in the battle?
Is not you have served a ridge them in the mountain?
Indeed is not a shame in your heart?
This conversation will be about you:
'Having the eighteen brave years
He decided to become the man,
And was defeated, got into the chaffer,
Only one man he is! '
Do you really endure such shame?

If you will be defeated -
Not giving the enemy catch you up ,
I run with my chumbur
To the yellow-mottled bumbulva,
And cry Dzhangar lions:
'Look: the horse of the groom
Leaving to his bride,
Rode with an empty seat! '
So they would say - and rightly so!
Is you have not a pity of my honor?
Is no a shame in your heart?
Come on, grabbed the red sash,
Come on, by the yellow elbow, dare man,
Pick on the spinal ridge! '

Hearing the word of the horse,
Hongor came into the heroic anger.
The lion thrash about in the trap -
Beating the heart in the rib cage,
The ten courage boil there.
Grasping the red sash,
He pressed his yellow elbow
In the spinal ridge of the enemy.
So he pressed the steel elbow,
That broke the flesh through, reaching the bone!


Once again pressed and for the third time -
And he stood up on his feet and many times
He throw over himself
Tegya Byus, his enemy,
Shattered the granite rocks -
So that the trace of his blades,
The imprint of his body
Remain on the granite mountain.

'A man that is defeated in the battle,
Rumor his last will.
Ask for what you wish! '-
Scarlet Hongor said to the strongman.

'To tear the life of you I want,
But act as you wish,
I am not a man now. '

Hongor cut the enemy in a half,
Shoulder the upper part on the saddle,
Shoulder the lower part on the saddle,
Tied by the toroks then
And go on the old way
To the tower of the expensive glass,
To the tower, in which the imp woman lived.
¹ Seat the bride and the groom at the door and give the tibia them into the arms during the engagement.