Dzhangar The Third Song Tha Feats Of Hero Sanal End Poem by Yuri Starostin

The third song
The feats of hero Strict Sanal

(Continued...)
And then brave warrior Modon Harga
Asked the enemy:
'The men say Dzhangar have the hero
On the name Strict Sanal.
Well, how would you recognize him
In the comparison, saying, with me? '

The saucy ambassador laughed
And shaked by all of the body
To his stomach pain:
'I see you are not in your mind.
I give the prudent advice:
Your answer will be peaceful,
Because you know in advance:
The war will be baneful for you,
You missed in the danger hour
Many of you on the battlefield.
You are standing on the brink of the disasters:
There the answer will be the war - immediately
I wreak the black-and-white flag off,
I tear your flag in a pieces,
And hide the rags in the pocket,
As the great han order to me.
I will select the dashing horses
Out the innumerable herds
At the headwaters of the river Narin
And steal the herds to home.
And when your horses fly behind me
Faster a hurricane,
Your hordes of the bogatyrs
Rushed in the pursuit me,
And it happens - catch me -
A dareman that touch me,
I fight out by the one sweep,
I tie as a prey to the saddle,
I tie a saddle to the horse
Under the belly and theft the horse out
As before I drove away the horses,
And then you will understand what is
The bogatyr on the name Sanal! '

Be furious by the black fury
As if the wild boars is
In the hot hours, when the bees sting them,
The warriors rushed on the ambassador.
Their skirts threw open,
Flashed by the blue steel.
But Sanal has the peak,
The pick of giant Gyumbe,
Of glorious Gyuzan Gyumbe.
He took the sharp peak of Sanal out,
Herd the warriors out that a boars.

Fighting the athletes off,
From the heavy rain of the swords,
He do his peak,
Covered by the glory in the terrible battle,
Walking on the iron stomachs.
The blood reach the chain armor.
The Bumbulva shook around
And, as in a storm, was buzzing there.

Sanal sees, moving forward:
Purified already the path
From the violent bogatyrs.
Opening one after one
The painted eighteen doors,
Sanal went out and wreck by the angry arm
The black-and-motley flag off,
Ripped its on the pieces
And put in a pocket and then
He grabbed the reins on the fly
And he depart on his Roan one
By the smoothly amble on the bridge.
Galloped up to the headwaters of the river,
Where the shoals graze free,
The bogatyr choose the horses
And drove them to their homeland.

Roan racer - the excellent horse,
And as long as a usual horse
Makes the one rotation,
The eight times he turns!
Quick as a pacer
He lead the stolen jambs.
Like the tempest, in the thick dust
The violent horses galloped beyond,
As if having jealous a wind,
As if frightened the earth lumps,
That's on the way to scatter,
As if frightened the hoof beats.
The singing of the violins and of the harps swept
From the waving horsehair,
To be fancied: the music rings.

There the horses jambs running,
Swept the red sands out,
The trail appeared then:
The grass is covered by the sand.
The strip of the black dust rose
Propped the heavens up,
The mist wrap the mangas country.

And then Zarin Zan commanded
Saddle his horse,
That is similar on the granite rock,
And collect on the mangas country
The irrepressible dark army.
And he took the darkness of the athletes -
Under the angle of the upward rays.

Gallop no recognizing a nights
No count an lingering days.
And suddenly the mangas tribe
Seeing Sanal beyond.

Bogatyr Odon do in the left stirrup suddenly -
The bow unto the ground to Zarin Zan
And said:
' We tested in the imperishable friendship,
Your leftovers nursed me.
Your dew impregnated
The clothes basked me -
And I do not ask the taisha.
Your order now I ask:
I am first touched him. '

Receiving the consent, Odon
Took out the yellow sword out the sheath
And rush as a thrown ball,
On his zealous Light-bay.
At once Sanal recognize him,
But he hesitates to resist, but that stands up
On his stirrups
And strikes Sanal!

The seventy buttons of the formidable armor
(Its were fastened firmly)
Scattered, and the yellow sword
Sank below the shoulders in the body:
The heart feels the steel tip!
The Sanal blood stream
Beats from his mouth on the two fathoms .

Odon pull his sword by a narrow margin
But Sanal, deprived a consciousness,
Galloped the eight days at random,
Protected by his Roan.
The enemies want shoot down Sanal -
Roan of Sanal is elusive!
Here he is flying, beloved horse!
And while an ordinary horse
Makes the one rotation,
The eight times he turns!
He drive fast as the pacer
The thousands horses,
No one outdone he do not give!
The desperate horse thinks:
'Every one I take care! '
The horse do not give the owner
On the outrage of the enemy.

Again, Sanal came in the consciousness,
Pulled the ten-sharp poleax,
The ten blades burn in the sheath,
The ten lightning shines in the dark.
Odon rushed on Sanal,
The cheeks burned like a fire.
The blood gushed to the heart, hot.
He swing straight from the all shoulder -
Inflicted the terrible blow on Odon!

The seventy buttons of the formidable armor
(Its were firmly fastened)
Flew up like a dove!
The neck vertebrae curled,
The ribs of the enemy become the hash!
The evil mind of the enemy is exhausted -
The five sources of the mind.
The muddy darkness covered the eyes.
The spring of the abilities is dry...

The dead Odon pressed
To the neck of the Light-Bay, falling heavily.
And Sanal shouldered
By the face down on his saddle,
Tied to him the arms and feet,
Screwed to the anvil-back,
Attached by the toroks to the saddle,
And then Sanal captured
The racer and drove in the herd,
And the saddle of Light -Bay under the belly
Shake going.


Sanal fend off the hordes of the enemies
In the ninety days.
And suddenly
Eminent Modon Harga caught the hero.
The damage Odon beat lived
In the Sanal memory.
'Most he deprived me the life! ' -
So thinking, Sanal hurried:
Decided to accept the enemy challenge,
He bared the deadly poleax,
Put in the courage of the leopard in the iron -
Cut the enemy by the sweep !
As a prey, he tied to his toroks
Modon Harga.
He took hold the enemy's horse
And drove to his herds,
Tucked the seat under the belly.

Zarin Zan takes the annoyance.
Zarin Zan ride forward -
He already gets to the tail,
He chasten the enemy soon!
Roan rushes faster the storm -
Late! Now the hordes of the foe bogatyrs
Ride around.
Zarin Zan-Taisha yelled:
'Catch him somehow! '
The ten thousand painted peaks
Struck in the chest of the warrior.

The ten thousand pikes
Struck Roan in the chest.
Then rough Sanal became like
A leopard by the angry guise.
Sanal shouted the terrible word -
'Dzhangar' was the cry then!
Racer Chaly hearing this.
And at first the horse did
The eleven thousand jumps up.
Then the eleven thousand jumps down
He did all out.
And then the ten thousand pikes fell
From the chest of the racer
And sprinkle by the light rain.
Then the ten thousand pikes fell
From the breast of Sanal
And scattered by the fine sand.

Again rushed like a whirlwind, Sanal
Drove the roan-bald horses...
The heavy heat stood from the morning,
At noon, to shoot harder became,
The heat pin the ground down,
There was the unprecedented drought.
And a blade of the grass was not to a teeth,
And a dewdrops was not to a lips.
Roan began to wander slowly,
A brain is not left in the bone,
A fat is not left in the chest,
And prostrate he fell
In the middle of the desert then,
And he grip by the hungry mouth
For the root of the feather grass,
And Sanal jumped on the ground,
Hugged Roan, caressed,
And dropping the droplets of a tears,
The young bogatyr said:

'There a grass is not to the teeth,
There a dewdrop is not to the lips,
There is not see a life around,
Why do you, my true friend,
Leave me alone,
Force me to grieve?
Though you brought me
For the mountains Tsokolgani-Cagan,
Crossing at least
Across the river Tsoka-Ganzu '! -
The bogatyr said to the runner so.
Roan respond, 'Sit on me! '
Sanal again sat on the horse,
Leave in the most beginning of the day,
He arrived on the evening dawn
To the bald gray-high mountain.

Roan spread his feet again,
Roan fell on the road again.
Quickly then Sanal drove
The stolen shoals for the downhill,
Then he ran down the slope and,
Run for poor Roan up
And, then untied Odon,
That lay on the steel toroks,
He threw the remains into a ravine.

The ten courage boil in him
And, putting the horse on the shoulders,
Climbed on the top of the mountain,
And he place the horse to the times
In the inconspicuous and circular moat
And throw the grass in the ditch.

The giant became by the bow to shoot.
Sanal shot in the eight days
In the many noisy enemy camp -
To have fight became difficult.
He took the clay character
- The mirde * -talisman from the round neck
And he held it to his forehead,
He turned in front of the east.
Wailing Dzhangar called for the help.
And Sanal cried in the sorrow:
'Where is wise man Altai Tsedzhi?
Why I am not reflected
In the prophetic view now?
Does not he see
That I am in the terrible grief now
That I will die in the shame now? '


White head Tsedzhi sat
At this time in the circle of the strongmen,
In the brilliance of a gold and of a poplars,
The virtue of the state - Tsedzhi.
And stately Tsedzhi said:

'Your hero, that returned
From the distant country of Zan -Taishi,
Waiting for the rescue the brave soul
On the frontier of our han-state. '

Reveling in the sweet silence
The hordes Dzhangar heroes
Stand up from the places as quickly as possible,
Opened the twenty doors,
Hurry saddled the horses,
Rode all as one.

Mangna flag bearer ride
Ahead of the bogatyrs squads,
He hold the yellow flag in his arm
With the decorations on a pole.
Dzhangar Bogdo followed further
And after him - the twelve fighters,
The most choice brave men,
And after them - the combat people
Quickly and angrily rushed forward.

The han country border is close already.
Savar ride on his Lysko,
And Lysko go hurry up already...

Savar arrive to Dzhangar Bogdo
Made the bow in the left stirrup
And said: 'Let me, noyon,
To test my horse, '-
'Well, ' - the noyon said.
Touching the bronze stirrups,
Savar, burn by the courage, flew,
Flew the ten berya * in by the spark,
And the dust sink in the sky -
The thin, red stripe...

Sanal sees in his strengthening:
The dust rose by the red pillar.
'This dust, - he thought -
Raised by the Savar bald horse.
If he will defeated the enemy,
Again we seat in the bumbulva,
Savar, holding up a bowl of the araki
Will boast in the solemnity:
'Remember, when you're sitting for the river
On the mountain-Tsokolgani Cagan,
The fear of the death overcome,
Calling the salvation hour -
I have saved you from the death! '

And then Sanal brought Roan
Out of the pit and drove
In the midst of the boundless enemies
Smashing and crumbling all of the live.
The thousands mangas heads
Overthrows by the big rain
On the impact of his poleax.

Fasten to aid Sanal,
Savar arrived at his Lysko
And shouted these words
To the unexampled dare-man:

'Wait, my Sanal, first
Resetting the anguish of the long separation -
We are not seen for a long time with you!
These inhabitants of the hell, believe me,
Get not a care off us now
We end the battle winning! '

Dismounted, both have the smile in his eyes,
And each of they embrace other,
As if they are the native brothers,
Throw in the happy tears.
And Dzhangar arrived with his entourage
Of the many numerous heroes
Here in this sweet moment
And he lead the strongmen for him
On the mangas dark squad.

Truly the terrible fight was
In the seven to seven - forty-nine days.
Withdrawn the many horses have been.
The many thousands mangas has laid down,
The many human blood flowed.

Fastened to save the pity soul,
Zan-Taisha fled in the midst of the fighters.
Dzhangar, impressing the fear to the enemies
Flew, and caught the lord,
And impale his by the pike instantly,
And threw trembling him at the feet
Of the yellow hat heroes.

Be near
Savar by his right arm
Struck Taisha on the cheek,
And the crimson stigma of the Bumba
Appeared on the cheek by itself
In a sign that henceforth Zan-Taisha became
The patrials of glorious Dzhangar Bogdo.
Zan -Taisha gave the loyalty oath:
Erst the sworn enemy of Bogdo,
He bowed three times to Bogdo.

And Sanal said to Zan -Taisha:
'The sin is large on your soul,
The han's son languishes at you.
Here is my order to you, Zan-Taisha:
You should release him,
To release necessary him from the hell! '

And the army of the strongmen ride
To the immortal, holy country,
To the cute Bumba, to the incorruptible country,
Except the sleepless nights,
Except the lingering days,
And they came to their tower,
And seated in the green forest
These seven circles of the bogatyrs,
Revel the feast in the honor of the victory,
The feast in the honor of hero Sanal
In the honor of the defeat of the formidable enemies.

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