ANCESTORS OF MANAS (BEFORE HE WAS BORN)


His forefathers were all khans,
Blessed by Kïdïr [1] from the beginning,
His ancestors were all khans,
Blessed by Kïdïr from the beginning.
In places where they had stayed overnight
Sacred shrines were built, for
God had blessed them from the beginning.
In the places where they had passed by
A city with a bazaar was established, for
10 God had blessed them from the beginning.
They had exchanged greetings with twelve saints, [2]
Learned writing from a caliph, [3]
And they thus were called great "sahibs." [4]
His first forefather is Böyönkhan,
From Böyönkhan is Chayankhan,
From Chayankhan is Nogoykhan,
Nogoykhan was undefeatable
Those who fought with him were doomed.
The last had lived along the Sompuk river,
20 Those, who fought with Nogoy, were made to crawl.
His grandfather,
Who was from a lion breed,
Was a bloodthirsty man.
From Nogoykhan is Balakhan,
Balakhan's heroic deeds
Were known in every places.
He caught and beat those
Who talked back to him,
No one could fell him from [horseback]
30 And no one dared to face him.
From Balakhan is Karakhan,
Who was strong, mighty, and full of wrath,
He, too, was harsh on his attackers.
He was born from the Kyrgyz,
People were terrified from his might/valor,
For he had brought chaos among the K´tay.
Who was strong, mighty, and full of wrath,
He, too, mowed down his attackers.
During the reign of Karakhan,
40 His guesthouses, the five sarays [5]... --
Don't ask how this brave man lived --
He was known for many things.
He had strong wrists and a stone heart,
He became known as Karakhan,
He, too, was a strong like an elephant,
He was greater than a spearman,
He, too, mowed down his attackers.
His might was great, his wrath was strong,
He, too, had brought chaos in the world.
50 When that Karakhan passed away,
When he left for the place
Whence no one returned,
Crushing the kereges and uuks [6]
Of the Argïn and Kyrgyz,
From the K´tay came Molto khan,
He made women and girls cry,
From the K´tay came Molto khan
Whose devastation lasted for a century,
Then came Al÷÷ke after him,
Preparing his warriors
60 And choosing the best warriors.
When the Argïn and Kyrgyz
Settled along the river,
Their Karakhan passed away,
It was as if their fire had been extinguished,
There was no one to speak up,
His many people had no courage
To fight back against their enemy.
Molto khan from the K´tay
70 Began the devastation,
He did not spare at all
Those who spoke against him.
He asked for much booty,
He colored with red blood
Those who refused to pay him,
He did not spare a soul as tiny as a strand of hair.
When he had pulled his strength together,
Blood of the numerous Argïn Kyrgyz
Flowed like a river,
80 Longing for their Karakhan,
So many peoples wept.
The Kara Kalmyk, the Manchu people,
Attacked them and took their craftswomen,
As booty, those cursed [people],
Took their maidens with five braids. [7]
They felled all the trees,
Destroyed all the houses,
They wiped out all people,
And brought the Day of Judgment, [8]
90 Onto the heads of the people.
They taxed each hearth, [9]
This wild pig -- May he be burned alive! --
Collected everything from them.
"Oh, Karakhan, why did you die?!" They said,
"Why bring such a humiliation
To your people?" they said,
All of his people wept,
Even the old men wept,
The young girls wept,
100 Fearing that they would be taken away tomorrow.
"Oh, Karakhan you should not have died,
[Oh, God!] Don't bring such humiliation
To human beings!" they grieved,
But Karakhan had died.
His wealth and cattle were plundered,
They divided equally [10]
The Kyrgyz left who were behind the khan,
Molto and Al÷÷ke
Established their rule among them,
110 Inflicted on them great sufferings.
From the weak and weary Kyrgyz
From each hearth, they took a five-year-old mare.
That pig -- May he perish! --
Collected everything from them.
He extinguished the fires
Of the Argïn and Kyrgyz
And exiled them to other places,
Karakhan had died, unfortunately.
Since there was no one to oppose him,
120 They had divided equally
The Argïn and Kyrgyz only yesterday.
They exiled the first ones far away,
They made the people weak and weary
And destroyed them. None were spared.
No livestock were left to give
To the furious infidels,
No bold souls remained to oppose them,
Caught in a great upheaval,
130 The noble people fled non-stop,
They became sad and grief-stricken
Upon losing their Karakhan
Who would find a way out for his people,
Now devastated, they were scattered,
When the khan died, the other two khans
Brought on them a great misfortune,
The many people without their khan,
Wandered in the wilderness.
Unable to endure their cruel demands,
140 One group wandered off to Altay,
A second to the Kangay [mountains],
Some others to Rome, [11]
And the rest to Crimea,
Their land remained empty with no people,
Without a khan, the people became destitute,
The wife of Karakhan
Became a widow, [12]
From Karakhan himself
A treasure-store remained.
150 Karakhan's eight sons
Were all young boys around the same age.
When that Karakhan had died,
They were very young children,
All of them remained orphans
And young upon their father's death,
Those eight sons of Karakhan,
Some were single, some were twins,
Their bravery was known to all.
All the people looked up to them,
160 "When these orphan boys grow up,
They will be a good use to us" --
Thus people had been hoping.
Their father was the khan Karakhan,
Karakhan had left eight sons behind.
If they would grow up safe and sound,
They were boys who would be able
To save the Kyrgyz [from their enemy].
Among the boys, the bravest were Jakïp and Ulakkan.
Attacking them from the hillside,
170 They looted all their wealth and people,
Thus, these young boys
Had remained weeping in the wilderness.
When the boys matured as brave young men,
True sons of brave men,
When the boys were able to ride horses,
Their uncle Baltay paid a visit to them.
If you ask about Akbaltay,
He was the great khan of the Noygut
But, he, too, had become weak
180 Upon surrendering his kingdom [13]
To the khan Al÷÷ke.
Al÷÷ke, who lived in a white yurt,
Raided the khan Akbaltay,
Who had thousands of mares on his pastures,
Delivered a crushing blow,
And thus scattered his wealth.
There was no escape in death, [14]
Nor a place to hide himself,
He panicked not knowing what to do.
190 Thinking to find in him a leader's [15] son,
He fled towards Jakïp.
"I must try uniting with
The eight sons of Karakhan," he said,
"I must die with them," he said,
I must join in their forays,
And steal mares from those who speak an unknown tongue," he said.
"Instead of simply giving up,
I must die while fighting [with the enemy]," he said,
I must die fighting with
200 The Kara Kalmyk, the Manchus," he said.
Noble Baltay, what can he do?
He thus relied on Jak´p's support.
Uncle Baltay, the gray-maned,
Shared a corral for his sheep with [Jakïp],
And shared their food as friends.
"Jak´p, my foal, we must unite
When we go on forays,
210 We must face death together
But help each other while we are alive,
We must die in the same faith,
My son Jakïp, listen to my words.
Al÷÷ke drove away
My people from my own land,
He depressed my spirits,
Paralyzed my will, [16]
Looted my mares,
Woke me wide from my sleep,
Left me powerless,
And massacred my people.
220 All the Tïrgoots came gathering,
The Kara Kalmyks came for plunder,
They cut me off at the roots, [17]
They wiped them out, not sparing one,
My poor Noygut people.
They captured our warriors
And slaughtered, not sparing one,
All of our brave men,
They beat up all the old men,
And took away all the girls.
230 They dug me my grave,
Al÷÷ke of the K´tay
Squeezed the essence from my life
And inflicted on us trouble,
He brought great devastation
To my ancient Noygut people,
Spewing rage, he entrapped us.
Unable to withstand their rage,
Your uncle Baltay became hopeless.
Al÷÷ke -- may his home be burned! --
240 Gave our untrained horses, never captured,
To his Manchu to ride,
He sent his strong men
With big sleeveless coats of mail
To confiscate my treasures,
He brought devastation to my people
And misfortune to myself.
He became furious during the mayhem,
Al÷÷ke of the Manchus
Showed his great power,
250 He imposed a crushing burden only yesterday,
When, raging, he exacted tribute.
The Noygut people could not withstand him,
The greedy Alööke,
The K´tay was cursed by God,
As tribute he wanted
Six thousand coins [18] and a thousand otter skins,
It was an outrageous act
What Alööke did.
If we don't submit to his will,
260 And refuse to pay him the tribute,
That man -- May he be burned alive! --
Will come with Lung-tung khans
Wearing various precious stones,
And pour out their wrath,
Our noble heads will be cut into pieces.
No one was able to resist,
Fearing Al÷÷ke's wrath.
When Al÷÷ke shouted
All were scared to death.
270 In the troops of Al÷÷ke,
There are different kinds of giants,
That "noble" man had set out
From Beijing with his giants
Especially to fight the Buruts.
In the twelve centuries
Since Karakhan's death,
There was no one to resist
The wrath-pouring infidels.
His warriors are strange and ugly,
280 One who attacks them won't survive
If Allah does not will it,
Man's power cannot defeat them.
Those who fight with them,
With his furious warriors,
Will instantly be killed by them.
290 Their mail is of blue iron,
Their warriors are different,
If you had seen Al÷÷ke,
Wearing his blue mail,
He came all prepared
To massacre the Kyrgyz
He wore a blue coat, [19]
And struck like a blue tiger.
Gathering his army and
Raising a cloud of dust and causing chaos,
He raided the white felt yurts,
So many people died
Fearing his wrath.
His warriors were indeed unusual,
His brave men are many,
300 He has many people in K´tay
And a custom to drink the blood
Of those who oppose him.
That "noble" man had prepared
In order to accumulate wealth by looting.
He has rhinoceroses and elephants,
Alööke is no easy foe,
You should know that, destitute boys!
Al÷÷ke's rage and anger
Is not predictable,
310 Not one will be spared among
Those who exchange blows with him.
His guards on the tower
Are eighty-four, if you count,
These K´tay -- May their houses burn down! --
Set fire to whatever they see.
Their warriors are ugly,
That wild pig -- May he be burned alive! --
Took everything away.
There are men with a barbarous language,
Among their warriors,
There are ugly men with single eyes.
320 All of their warriors
Do not spare their rivals,
They're gluttons who swallow
Whole pigs at a sitting.
They have an inhuman gaze,
And a lion-like appearance.
They slaughter their captives,
And kill whomever they come across.
330 Those who see their real might,
Do not remain alive.
The reason behind their warriors' power
Is their mothers, who are Hindu whores.
No human can defeat them, therefore.
Their fathers are K´tay shrews, [20]
Al÷÷ke's warriors
Are beast-like wild pigs
Who know no human language,
When they raided our camp. [21]
340 He has odd-looking warriors --
As talismans, they wore
Human noses and ears.
He has enough soldiers and warriors,
Al÷÷ke had, indeed,
Wanted the wealth of this world.
From the way he looks now
And from his power
No man will remain alive.
He had indeed come
To cause great destruction,
350 And conquer the world
By flattening the face of the earth to fields.
His name is Alööke, a great king,
He is more skilled than a spearman, I learned,
He has studied magic skills,
He is a smart khan, I learned.
"Good-for-nothing Buruts! I'll show you!" He cursed
When Karakhan passed away,
And had a strong grudge [against the Buruts].
360 There are sixty sons
Born from Al÷÷ke, I learned.
He is indeed the great khan
Of the Chïnmachïn in Beijing.
"I'll get you, Buruts!" he cursed.
He is a man hard on his enemies.
One day, if he gets angry,
He will take away our gold and silver
By taxing us,
And wipe us all out.
370-400 [...]
400 What you see today is gone tomorrow,
Oh, the world is such a crappy place!
What should we do?
I'm relying on your support,
My dear Jakïp,
For your father has passed away.
Listen to my words carefully,
Since you're the son left from the hero,
We value you as a gift [from him]."
Akbaltay said these laments [to Jakïp],
About his terrible loss to Al÷÷ke,
410 While his uncle Akbaltay stood there,
Tekechi khan and Shïgay khan,
They also came in haste.
They were covered with dust,
Blood pouring from their heads,
They took the fastest road,
Abandoning their precious wealth and treasures
To the K´tay,
Suffering a great pain,
Leaving the sixty warriors on guard
420 To be shot by Alööke,
Losing too much blood, they became weak,
They ran in despair
As if they would be killed now,
Losing their hope for their lives,
The two spoke thus in haste:
"The K´tay took my mares,
The Kalmyks destroyed my possessions,
The Tïrgoot shed my blood,
They did not seem to spare
My soul which is as tiny as a fly." [22]
430-500 [...]
When Alööke raided them,
Their noble heads became puzzled,
These few Muslims,
Argïn and Kyrgyz together
Were desperate and hopeless.
Akbalta of the Noyguts,
Tekechi khan, Sh´gai khan,
Ulak khan and Jakïp khan,
The eight sons of Karakhan,
510 Desperate and hopeless,
Held a great council
In the wetland of Üyrülmö.
On the hill where people had gathered
They held a large meeting.
Thrown together in desperation,
They hastily assembled.
Tekechi spoke many words:
"My people, we must fight
The good-for-nothing K´tay," he said,
520 "When the T´rgoot and Manchus make demands,
How will we respond?"
Sh´gai stood up and spoke thus.
He advised a startling thing, which no man wanted to hear:
"We cannot fight with
Molto and Alööke,
Who are heroes with great might
And infidels crawling like black worms.
We heard from the ulama
And found out from the learned men,
530 The K´tay, people whom The Flood could not wipe out,
Had caused a Hell in the past,
In the past, they had conquered
The Kyrgyz exactly ninety times.
When my ancestor Ogoi ruled,
He had fought with the K´tay,
He had gone into a serious war
With the Ch´nmach´n in Beijing.
My ancestor saved his few people
By protecting them on their pastures.
540 These K´tay heard somehow
That my ancestor had died,
These K´tay, if they could
In order to conquer
And enslave us all together,
Swarming like black worms
Had come all the way from
Kakan all prepared for the raid.
Their homeland is Beijing,
And they are more than worms,
550 [...]
560 We should submit to their will,
Without any quarrel and words,
We should give to the strong infidels
What they ask.
We have no khan to resist them,
Nor have we strength to exchange blows
With the powerful infidels,
We have no energy to fight with them,
They have indeed devastated us,
We have no strength to fight with that dog.
570-604 [...]
605 We should submit to the will
Of Al÷÷ke and Molto
And give whatever they want.
We should drive in seventy camels
Loaded them up
With red gold and silver coins,
610 And go and give them as offering
And beg them not to shed our blood in vain.
Alööke who is from Beijing
Had come to own a white yurt,
So let's elect him as our khan."
Bay and Baltay sprang to their feet:
"If worse comes to worst, we will die!
If our noble heads perish,
We will see the Judgment Day!
When death comes and days are over,
620 We will see the sufferings of the grave!
If the K´tay capture us,
They will beat their drums
And leave after
Taking us all as booty
Including all our elderly!
If these K´tay make us their subjects,
They will accuse us for calling them "thieves,"
These K´tay will find an excuse
To humiliate all the people!
630 They've a khan named Lungtung.
Should that K´tay capture us
When my head is still alive,
How can I hand over my ayïl?"
Alööke has indeed turned mad,
I will try to fight with that dog!"
Tekechi khan, Sh´gai khan,
The strongest is Akbaltay,
Before noble Baltay
Finished these words of his,
640 They were coming with gray banners and red flags --
God should spare anyone such a sight! --
A big uproar was heard ...
Dust whirled in the air,
Many soldiers came pouring from various directions,
Shouting the word "Kakan,"
A copper pipe shrieked,
A copper flute shrilled,
The tips of spears bobbed up and down,
The heads of the soldiers did the same,
650 He had separated the axe men,
Spearmen were in the front row,
Dust whirled in the air,
All his T´rgoots gathered,
His Kalmyks gathered separately.
His skilled hunters
Came like a flood.
He had his skilled bowmen,
And his best lassoers,
660 They had bronze-tipped spears
Long and tightly secured tips,
They love wars
And never shy away from them.
They stomp like a rabbit underfoot
Those who exchange blows with them,
Their warriors are extraordinary,
Their necks are that of an ox, and legs those of a camel,
They destroy those who fight with them,
670 They had so many warriors,
D÷ng÷'s army was countless,
Raiding from the sunrise
Al÷÷ke's army too was countless.
Arriving from the sunset,
He looked mighty and furious,
One should not hope to survive.
The khans such as Akbaltay became desperate,
Karakhan's orphan sons cried screaming,
Demolishing their stone tombs,
680 They wiped them all out,
They destroyed what they had built
And massacred everyone they met,
They terrorized the young women
Of the noble Kyrgyz people,
The K´tay swept like flood
And ground under their feet those
Who resisted them.
There are many desperate Kyrgyz
Frantic to find their way out.
690 "Will my soul be spared?" they asked.
There were many Kyrgyz in panic
Escaping towards the mountains,
All the elderly
Fell on their knees, the weak people
Bowed like a bride
Before the K´tay.
At that time the K´tay Al÷÷ke
Destroyed their ordo.
700 As for all their women,
He widowed them in mourning garb, [23]
As for all their strong men,
He took them, turned them into slaves,
As for the treasury of Karakhan,
By pulling out the supporting beams
He destroyed his guesthouse, the five sarays
Which were very strongly built.
He looted the treasury like that,
710 And destroyed them in this way.
Al÷÷ke khan and Molto khan,
Invent new cruelties.
They have an army behind them,
As many as swarming ants,
Which can make people destitute.
The teeming army swept all before it,
Now the Muslim people were in trouble.
Among the teeming army,
There is D÷ng÷, the warrior from K´tay --
720 You want to know about about D÷ng÷?
His head was as big as a cooking pot, [24]
And eyebrows resembled a lying dog.
His face shone like wheat smeared with oil,
His bravery was extraordinary.
He had crater-like eyes,
He was mighty as a mountain.
The giant Döngö in front of the army,
Destroys souls with the flick of his wrist.
He swung a mean club,
730 This big pig was indeed renowned in K´tay.
He wore an unsheathed sword,
And seemed to swallow alive those he caught.
His wrath appeared on his face,
He came shouting furiously,
He was the hero from olden times,
Who bent iron and sheathed himself in it --
Among the Kakanchi in Beijing,
They all knew D÷ng÷ --
And was an man who smelled of grain,
740 For he ate seven pails of grain at once,
He killed whomever he came across,
And he was a slave who smelled of blood.
He didn't spare those he met,
A glutton, he swallows
Whole pigs at a sitting.
From the Karakhan of Beijing,
He received the order from his city
To embark on looting our khan,
This sweet fellow had come well prepared.
750 [...]
From the Chïnmanchïn of Beijing,
And from the real Kakans,
He gathered all the soldiers,
Put on his blue under-coat,
You should have seen the Giant D÷ng÷,
760 He pounced like a gray tiger,
They played their war pipes loud, [25]
Dust whirled in the air,
The T´rgoots, Shibees and the Manchus,
All were gathered, not one was left,
The drums of the K´tai
Were all beaten at the same time,
All of their warriors arrived,
Molto and Al÷÷ke
Gave D÷ng÷ his orders:
770 "Speaking a different language,
Those good-for-nothing Buruts of yours
Are our enemies in their heart.
Slaughter them and crush them underfoot," they said,
"Hero D÷ng÷, raid them," they said,
"Kill them off and crush them underfoot," they said,
"Only yesterday, when the Buruts, the Ogoys, were still there,
They had stolen everything from us:
They had reclaimed ten thousand livestock
Including all our extra herds,
Which we had seized from them as tribute.
780 They brought me total ruin,
And so I'll ever take my vengeance.
Let's take them by surprise,
The Buruts who have lost their leader.
Let's scatter their four kinds of animals, [26]
And boil a cauldron on their chests!
Let's seize their khans and slaughter the rest,
And loot their cattle and be done with it.
As for those who strike back,
Let's slaughter them all together.
790 Let's make to suffer
The good-for-nothing [27] Buruts,
If they don't take us seriously and affront us,
We should slash their scalps!
Get a move on, my D÷ng÷, move the army!
Drive all the soldiers forward together!
Let's capture all their strong men
And seize all their young women
While they are in the yurts.
800 Let's extinguish the hearth-fires
Of the good-for-nothing Buruts
And force three clans into exile
All together to [a far way place].
Get a move on, my D÷ng÷, go!
Let's bring them a great misfortune,
By seizing all the wives and maids
Of the Burut without leaving one!
Furious D÷ng÷, listen to my words,
Let's massacre their strong men
810 And take the weak ones
As booty and be done with it.
Let's force them to pay tribute
And erect a white yurt [28] for Al÷÷ke
On the edge of the people's camp,
Let's take plenty of tribute
From the proud Buruts.
By destroying their ancient homeland
Let's subdue them entirely!"
Boiled with rage, Molto khan
820 Spoke these words to Döngö.
Their soldiers covered the land,
Their number was countless,
Dust whirled in the air,
The K´tay came in great numbers
Sweeping from five directions,
Countless, they swept in great numbers,
The war pipes shrilled,
The drums pounded,
Their bare swords gleamed,
830 Those who saw them were frightened,
War pipes and trumpets sounded,
The teeming K´tay shouted, "Kakay!"
And launched their attack.
Arrows from bows poured like rain,
Day became night,
It was a grim day for those who saw it,
Dust whirled in the air,
They were as many as black scorpions,
The Tïrgoots all came in groups,
840 The tips of spears clashed,
The heads of men collided,
The front ranks trampled the people underfoot,
The rear echelon swept over them like a flood.
Unable to withstand and resist,
Tekechi khan and Shïgay khan
Fled towards the Ala-Too [mountains].
White clouds covered the sky,
Tekechi khan and Shïgay khan,
These poor ones escaped to safety,
850 But Akbaltay of the Noyguts,
Your lion was caught [by the enemy].
Oh, God! Don't let anyone go through this!
As for the numerous horses on the hill,
They took them all.
As for the countless horses in the mountains,
They drove them away nonstop.
Creating such a calamity,
They put an end to them like that.
They slaughtered so many souls,
860 They took girls as booty.
They destroyed everything,
And thus brought misfortune on their heads.
Merciless, the K´tays took as booty without negotations
The beautiful women of Kyrgyz,
With bejeweled braids and wide hips, [29]
As for the elegant women of Kyrgyz,
With red dresses and crescent-shaped waists, [30]
The Kara Kalmyks and the Manchu people,
Took them as booty as well.
870 While being seized, many girls
Ran around howling.
Humiliating their young men,
They plundered them all.
The eight sons of Karakhan
All remained young playful boys,
Not knowing what to do,
Everybody was left without hope.
Since the khan Karakhan had died
His entire people seemed to have died with him.
880 As for Al÷÷ke and Molto's
Dreadful demands:
They took large quantities of gold.
If one couldn't give gold to them,
They took their grazing livestock.
If the numbers did not tally,
They beheaded and killed the owner.
Those Kyrgyz who fought back
They paid with blood
and sent to their ancestors those who talked back
890 They caught and made them slaves.
They destroyed everything,
They brought on a great calamity.
From the Alt´-Shaar to Margilan,
All the way to Kokand,
And the sheikh with his soldiers wearing blue coats,
In the lands of Bukara and Samarkand,
Were reduced in numbers and destroyed.
Al÷÷ke built a white yurt for himself,
As for all the people,
They all submitted to him.
900-939 [...]
940 When it was autumn
He taxed each household a five-year-old mare.
By threatening to kill them,
He tormented the people,
And collected all that they had.
When springtime came,
He didn't let anyone ride a fine steed, [31]
During the autumn time,
He didn't let them eat fat-tailed lambs,
He collected all the livestock at once.
950 By leaving one cauldron for three families,
He made them live in one yurt.
As for those who spoke against him,
He had them captured and beaten,
He humiliated greatly
All the people.
Those who talked back
He had them nailed by their hands.
He became harder on them,
He put the noble people in their place.
960 When it was winter
He wanted more tribute,
So he began taking girls.
Unable to endure his wrath,
All the people almost lost their minds.
There were many who walked around
Crying and saying unclear words.
Saying "Although she was a girl,
She was a child, whom I bore,
970 Oh, how could we give her to death?!"
There were many who cried saying,
"God didn't save us
From Al÷÷ke's wrath."
Unable to withstand this infidel's wrath,
They wanted to die but didn't know how,
The noble people stood grieving and crying,
Unable to take their own lives.
Seeing their people in that situation,
The eight sons of Karakhan,
980 Whose leaders are Jakïp and Ulakkhan,
All sat down together and spoke:
"Instead of living like this,
It would have been better if we weren't born,
It is better to die than remain alive.
We can't endure the humiliation
Of these K´tay until we die,
We're the sons of Karakhan,
Not all of us are bad,
We are of those princes.
990 It is better to die
Than to live like this
Enduring the humiliation of the K´tay
Until the end of our lives!
What will we accomplish,
If we just live like this?!
These K´tays have gone too far.
Let's exchange blows with them!
The might and power
Of our late father Karakhan
Was as great as a mountain,
1000 We shouldn't let people say
That the eight sons of Karakhan,
All didn't act like their father,
But turned into fools,
We should go towards Kara-Too
And settle in the gorge there.
With the leadership of noble Baltay,
We should steal and massacre
The boys of the good-for-nothing K´tay,
Without letting anyone notice
And without telling to anyone,
1010 We should slaughter them in the wild.
We, the orphans, should steal and slaughter
Their young boys without letting them know."
He prepared for the journey
And invoked his ancestors. [32]
He took his tools and arms,
Tied his battle sword on his waist,
He selected stallions from the herds,
And received blessings from his Kyrgyz kinsmen,
He saddled only stallions,
1020 Quickly finished his prayer
He became like a lion.
Jak´p and Akbaltay were the leaders,
Sixty brave men set out
Towards the lower ridge of the wide Kashkar,
They put new horseshoes
On all the stallions' feet,
Riding their stallions,
From the breed of kara bayïr kazanat, [33]
Who had iron lungs and copper wrists,
1030 They came to the edge of the mountain
Near the river with a sandy bed,
From the big mountain slope,
From the big wide pass,
At the break of day,
When the sun had already risen,
When they looked towards the clouds of dust,
The rolling clouds of dust,
From eighty giant warriors
Heading towards Beijing
1040 Their camels laden with valuables
Such as gold, silver, and coin,
Red coins and precious stones,
They rested during day and traveled at night.
The ninety warriors of K´tay
Met them on their way.
The lions, Jak´p and Akbaltay,
Seized them in the wilderness,
They ground them into dust
And killed them all off.
1050 As for their ninety-five camels with loads,
Their black camels [34] with red tails,
They took them as booty.
The men seized all the camels
And brought them to the Kyrgyz
And agreed between each other
To give gold as big as a fist
To each hearth,
They indulged themselves in booty
Seized by their brave feat.
1060 When dawn broke bright,
They were having fun,
The caravan leaders on the road
Had paused to rest.
The Kyrgyz killed all the warriors
And wrought pitiless destruction.
While they were slaughtering
All the warriors,
1070 A foot soldier came to Al÷÷ke --
That bastard had escaped --
And reached his khan safely.
He went to his khan and spoke
To Al÷÷ke, to his face,
He told him a horror,
The likes of which no man had heard:
"My khan, I saw a dreadful thing,
I escaped from danger.
When the dawn had arrived
1080 And light touched the ground,
I saw a grayish flag,
I heard loud cry and battle cry,
And saw such a strong uproar.
They began to create chaos,
By slaughtering all your warriors
Who were supposed to deliver
Gold to Esenkhan.
They all rode kara bayïr kazanats,
1090 Who had iron lungs and copper wrists,
They all rode supernatural horses,
Encountering their enemies row on row,
They hastened to attack them.
They wrapped their sashes as turbans,
When they thrust their spears
They prayed to the Almighty.
I then realized that they were, indeed, Buruts,
They had been planning to plunder
All your treasures,
1100 They attacked without warning,
And looted all the gold
In camel-loads.
I saw myself, they were, indeed, Buruts,
They had black eyes.
They have indeed dug us a grave
And left us humiliated,
They plundered our wealth,
And broke our backs,
1110 They wouldn't stop at words,
They looted our camels
And let our blood run like water.
So, your highness, it's time
For you to gather your army and go,
And get all your gold back
Which they had plundered!"
When the messenger had told the news,
The beacon tower was lit,
Drums were beaten hard,
1120 All spears were prepared,
All the people gathered,
When the order came from their khan,
All the warriors became aroused,
All the strong men were ready to go,
"I will exterminate them all," he said.
"I will slaughter them without sparing one," he said.
He asked them to don their greaves,
1130 He asked them to prepare their stallions.
The clothes which Al÷÷ke wore,
The buttons were made from pearls as big as a fist --
He was a sight to see,
Pouring out his wrath and anger,
Drums were beaten hard,
Al÷÷ke gave the order
To the Kara Kalmyks and Manchus
And launched a terrible attack again.
By the side of A÷÷ke,
1140 There are about one thousand strong khans
Wearing their big coats
There are about one thousand commanders [35]
Wearing their vests of mail.
When he heard that his gold was plundered,
He desired to drink blood:
"All those who cultivate wisdom, come
And see their suffering!"
That sweet fellow was indeed wise,
1150 He possessed a power
The whole world could not defeat.
In the courtyard of Al÷÷ke,
His tiger gave birth to fifteen cubs,
No one dared to come near them.
He sat on a golden throne,
He also had six soothsayers
Who were able to foretell
One's death six months ahead .
Those who heard about him
Feared him,
1160 For he had studied the sixty books of wisdom [36]
Fully and well,
The soothsayers and magicians [37]
Took out their books of divination [38]
And began telling the future,
The six soothsayers of the infidel
Told many things to their khan
To Al÷÷ke, the brave man,
All the soothsayers spoke at once:
"Your gold has been found!
1170 The eight sons of Karakhan
Have grown to manhood,
Achieved the stature of brave men.
They have gathered an army of strong men
Together with the mighty warriors,
And destroyed everything.
Those boys created such a disaster.
They captured your servants,
And killed all your warriors
Sparing not a one.
1180 As for the gold on the ninety-five camels,
They looted them all.
All your warriors were attacked
And murdered in the wilderness.
No one had touched the warriors
Since they left Bukhara,
But the eight sons of karakhan
Plundered their goods.
If you don't slaughter their leaders,
1190 And don't grind them into powder
By dividing them this year,
They'll never leave us alone!
We should send forth our army of warriors,
We should gather all the soldiers,
Attack while they are asleep in their yurts,
And loose on them their evil spirits.
May the Buruts' yurts be burned!
We should seize their valuables,
1200 We should defile their homes,
And cause great chaos
Among the good-for-nothing Buruts!
Let's threaten them harshly,
If they refuse to give the gold back,
We should take their beautiful women!"
Thus, as soon as those soothsayers
Had said all these things,
When Al÷÷ke ordered
The drums to be beaten,
1210 His warriors beat them with vigor.
When the drums were beaten,
One's ears would explode.
Hearing the sound of drums,
All his warriors
Came running in groups.
The strong men of K´tay
In their coats of mail became aroused,
Among the K´tay, only the elite
Wearing precious stones have gathered.
1220 All the Tïrgoots also gathered,
They loudly played their pipes,
From time to time they shot off cannon.
Of the Kara Kalmyks and Manchus,
Only the bravest were gathered,
To get their gold back,
They aimed to have revenge
And reimpose the tribute.
1230-1240 [...]
1250 Unable to withstand their wrath
Many Kyrgyz perished.
What is seen today is gone tomorrow,
What a crappy world this is, indeed!
"If this brave man is enraged,
He will uproot us and
Completely wipe us out," they said.
People grieved much,
Everyone who was fully grown
Bowed before Alööke, the hero
1260 Like a new bride.
Akbaltay was a wise man, indeed,
He quickly dismounted
And ran towards Al÷÷ke.
Kneeling on the ground
He bowed before Alööke
Eloquent Akbaltay
Sharpened his black tongue,
Before the khan Alööke
1270 Noble Baltay spoke eloquently:
"Hero, if you're indeed a khan,
If you want nice land, here take it!
If you want to exterminate, here are the Kyrgyz subjects!
Hero, if you want to kill, here I am!
I have no strength to exchange blows,
I have no option to fight with you,
I have no tongue to quarrel with you,
I can in no way clash with you.
If you want plenty of livestock, here they are!
1280 If you want to shed blood, here it is!
If you want subjects to rule,
Here are the Argïn and Kyrgyz peoples!
If you want to denounce me as wicked,
Here I am, their leader, Baltay!"
When Baltay spoke these words,
"Indeed your words are true," they said,
Molto khan stood watching
And to Al÷÷ke himself
He gave a harsh order:
1290 "There is no trace of the gold
Which they had plundered,
Nor does anyone know who took it.
These are innocent and decent people,
There are many nice people among them,
We can't slaughter them all, can we?!
There are both robbers and holy men.
The people are innocent, indeed,
There must be someone who always does such things.
We should seek and find him
And make him pay it back.
1300 We can't just slaughter the people
Saying that the cursed Buruts did it.
We need land to survive,
In order to collect tribute,
We need the masses of people.
We should find the robber,
And destroy the evil spirit
Of that good-for-nothing Burut!
Then Al÷÷ke spoke thus:
1310 "It is these good-for-nothing Buruts,
Who stole the gold of ninety-five camels,
These eight sons of Karakhan
Have herds of livestock in Chatkal.
If they combine their forces,
They have the power to fight with us.
Their words tell lies,
Their eyes, too, tell lies,
1320 If these Buruts really want,
Indeed they can fight with us.
If we don't plunder their herds of horses,
They won't spare our lives,
We should scatter them to the four winds!
We should extinguish their hearths,
We should force all of them to move,
These good-for-nothing Buruts,
We shouldn't leave them a place to live,
1330 One group we should exile to the Russian land,
Another we should drive away to Iran,
And send it very far away.
The third we should exile to the Kazakhs
And thus cause them to suffer.
Another we should drive away to Kangay,
We should send the rest to the Kara Kalmyks, to Altay.
Raze their fortress to the ground,
And get rid of them completely!"
Thus ordered, Molto khan
1340 Listened to Al÷÷ke's words,
His extraordinary warriors
Began attacking and causing chaos.
Without killing them they captured
And trussed them up.
The khan doesn't order twice,
So, the noble Baltay and Jakïp,
Together with their forty Kyrgyz families
Were driven away towards Altay.
Others were driven off to Iran
1350 And sent very far away,
Others were exiled to the Russian land.
Unable to find a land to settle,
Their old wounds were opened again,
They were completely devastated.
Their hands were tied behind,
Humiliated, they were driven away.
Seeing these divided people,
All the people wept, the elderly wept,
The many people wept:
1360 "Oh, Karakhan, why did you die?" they said.
"These peoples shouldn't suffer so!" they said.
"[Oh, God], don't ever let mankind
Endure such sufferings," they said.
Overwhelmed with great pain,
The tormented poor people,
Shed tears filling ten fields.
They caused a great tragedy,
The eight sons of Karakhan,
Who were all captured and bound.
1370 They feasted in the Kyrgyz yurts
And scattered their four kinds of livestock.
They stole their horses from the pastures.
If the Kyrgyz came near them,
They scattered their brains.
Thus they taught their lesson
To these people.
They tied up the weak,
They captured and killed
The strong who resisted.
1380 As for their sons remaining,
They turned them into slaves
And made them servants
For the khan of Kakan's guard.
They beat up all the strong men
And took as booty
All the women and children.
They also plundered swiftly
Those ninety thousand mares in the mountains.
1390-1760 [...]
1760 [...]
Let's leave them for now
And talk about those
Brave men who were captured and tied up,
The destitute people who were driven away.
1770 Their leaders, Baltay and Jakïp,
Their hands were tied up,
Their eyes showed fright.
Sixty thousand K´tays and many commanders
Rounded them up.
They herded them along
With only six yaks and four mules for transport,
They sent them away
With only the milk of six goats and three cows --
This little for the Kyrgyz of forty families.
1780 Now there was nothing left of their strength.
Their flesh clung to the bones,
Only a spoonful of blood remained.
They were driving them away
In masses on the earth surface,
They were driving them away,
Not letting them sleep for days on end!
There was no place to hide,
Nor were they fed with decent food,
Children cried, too tired to walk,
1790 They were wasting away.
With no way out,
With their hands tied behind,
They suffered privation.
They didn't rest in daytime,
Didn't sleep at night,
They exiled them in this way.
[...]
1800 They were driven for whole six months,
Until the fleshy kuuray [39] had hardened,
Until the mïyzam [40] had gone to seed.
They passed through many high mountains,
Crossed many rushing rivers.
They traversed ridge after ridge,
And hazy deserts.
They descended slopes where only goats do not die
Through Kordoi and Mangkan.
1810 They passed one after another,
To Ili, the beginning of ▄ch-Aral,
They went in distress with no choice.
ÍgŘz Pass, Tay Pass,
Kichi-Jïldïz and Chong Jïldïz --
They passed through them all.
At Ak-Talaa on the other side,
They halted.
Oh, the beautiful Ak-Talaa
Their ancestors didn't live there
1820 It is the land of T´rgoots and the teeming Kalmyks
Their forefathers had never seen this land.
So they reached Ak-Talaa and halted
And became guests in Ak-Talaa that day.
At the break of day,
When the light touched the ground,
When the eastern horizon
Had already begun to glow,
Stars twinkling in the sky
1830 Began fading away in the direction of prayer, [41]
Stars were leaving the sky
By slowly fading away,
The dawn light was to be seen,
The cool breeze of dawn passed through,
Leaving tracks in the sand,
The heads of reeds shivered,
Baby skylarks chirped,
Its tree tops swayed gently,
Ak-Talaa was lying there.
1840 With ridge upon ridge,
It was a very beautiful place.
Dotted with ponds and marshes
Teeming with ducks and geese.
Its apples ripened, fell, and turned into compost,
Its walnuts ripened, fell, and filled the gullies.
Its sea of poppies rippled in the wind,
Its k´m´zd´k [42] grass and ïshkïns [43]
Everywhere were ripe.
Ak-Talaa was lying there.
In its middle bubbled forth
A spring of clear water.
1850 With its lush jïltïrkan [44] and wormwood,
It was the best time of the year.
The valley was near a river,
Its lands were empty,
For no one had ever been there.
Its twigs were as thick as a maple tree,
Its maple trees were as tall as a tower.
If we see its birds,
They are like ulars [45] singing in the mountains.
If you see its lizards and snakes,
1860 They are like a rope nine arm-spans long.
Allah, The Almighty,
Had created all kinds of creatures.
The story of Ak-Talaa is such,
Its fields are wide and vast,
There is an animal called a kangaroo [46] --
One can see her baby sticking out
From her belly.
There are all kinds of animals,
1870 Including unknown species.
There are wild men [47]
Roaming freely on its hills.
It is an untamed land,
And its lower part is called Altay.
That Altay is occupied
By countless numbers of
Kara Kalmyk and Manchus.
Baltay and Jak´p, the Kyrgyz leaders,
Had a great responsibility.
1880 The forty families from their Kyrgyz land
Were driven away to Altay.
Those exiled, destitute people,
Found the beautiful land Altay,
And people called Kara Kalmyks.
They were separated from the rest of the Kyrgyz,
Many grieved and wept,
Separated from their homeland.
Those who were called Kara Kalmyks,
Indeed were noble and wonderful people.
1890 They inhabited the wide Altay,
In front of their yurts,
Each family kept a thousand mares.
Among the many Kalmyks are the T´rgoots,
Who have playful horses,
Which were never tamed and bridled.
These nice Kalmyks
Have kept the four kinds of livestock.
The forty exiled families,
With their leaders Jakïp and Akbaltay,
1900 The poor people of the forty Kyrgyz families
By milking animals and drinking their milk,
They took care of their needs in this way,
By herding mares on horseback,
They took care of their needs in that way.
By eating the congealed goat's fat
Of the Kara Kalmyks and Manchus,
By earning the right to eat their fat yearlings
They took care of their needs in this way.
1910 It had been full twelve months
Since they had come to the Kalmyks.
Among the forty Kyrgyz families,
The wisest is Akbaltay.
The gray ox, which they had brought from the Kyrgyz land,
They killed that gray ox,
[Feasted on its meat],
Left behind their deep grief
Which had filled their hearts.
Like a baby goose he spoke loud and clear,
His white beard was shining,
The uncle Baltay to the Kyrgyz
1920 Spoke wise words vigorously:
"Destitute forty families,
We are far away from Muslims, i.e.,
From the sheikh with his khanate and blue-shirt soldiers,
Exiled Muslims,
They call their land Altay,
The Kara Kalmyks in Altay
Are, indeed, wonderful people.
My children, we should leave our grief behind,
We can't find our Kyrgyz by grieving,
1930 We should dig for gold,
We should dig the land with mattocks, [48]
Until our noble souls perish,
My children, we should eat plenty of food!
My children, we should forget about our grief,
We can't find the Kyrgyz by grieving,
One can't hide one's shame once it is seen.
We don't have strong young men, my children,
To have them as our support,
There are none of the glorious Kyrgyz,
1940 We don't have the protection of the Nogays,
There is no forest where we can hide,
We don't have our people, we've no running springs,
We shouldn't lie down idly.
We are a destitute people trying to survive,
We remain now amongst
The Kara Kalmyk and Manchus.
Altay is indeed a beautiful land,
We can rely on the Kalmyks
Who seem to be noble people.
1950 I'm giving you valuable advice,
No trees grow here,
So we shouldn't lie down idly,
There is no cultivation,
So we shouldn't lie down idly.
Be it eight or nine years,
We must work hard
And take care of our needs
By struggling with the black earth!
The Altay is a famous land, indeed,
1960 But the Kara Kalmyk-Manchus
Are people who don't know how to plough.
May the Creator banish this misfortune!
Instead of lying down idly,
You can buy a yearling horse
For a panful of harvest.
Work hard, my children, work,
Your hungry stomachs will be full,
Those who are lean will flesh out."
Akbaltay spoke wise words,
1970 He was indeed a saint, [49]
The elderly man named Akbaltay
Indeed had great wisdom.
He was better than a spearman
And a resourceful man to find a way out,
"Akbaltay is our khan, indeed,
The Creator granted him to us
During our exile to Altay,
So we have some hope to survive.
The hero Baltay, the brave man
1980 Taught those who didn't know,
Baltay was a brave and knowledgeable man,
Who helped the people understand.
The brave Baltay was a lion, indeed,
He was indeed a holy man
Who spoke wise words
And predicted the future of the world,
He was a holy man
And the famed khan of the Noyguts.
We were exiled from far away,
1990 God granted us Akbaltay,
As a people
We are indeed all blessed," they said,
They relied on Baltay,
"We must listen to Akbaltay.
By letting the sweat run down from our brows,
We must raise abundant crops.
We should forget all our grief,
We should cultivate the black earth
With the mattock this year.
Instead of wandering around idly,
2000 We should have plenty to eat this year.
We must listen to Akbaltay,
And raise many livestock.
Any living being needs livestock,
We must raise many livestock,
And feel full and happy.
By working hard we should raise livestock
And become equal kinsmen
To the Kara Kalmyk-Manchus.
Let's leave all our grief behind,
2010 And gather our strength this year."
"The old uncle Akbaltay's words
Are indeed wise," Jak´p said.
"Whoever doesn't listen to Akbaltay,
His seven forefathers are infidels,
Wise Baltay spoke these words
And they are true and wise, indeed," he said.
Thus uncle Jakïp spoke these words.
All the forty families,
2020 Including Akbaltay and Jakïp
Who are elders of these destitute people,
Began working hard.
They dug for gold,
The gold which had been extracted
They hid in sacks
And exchanged it with Kalmyks
For the four kinds of livestock.
They prepared the yokes
Tied two oxen together,
2030 Made furrows on the surface of the ground,
Planted handfuls of seeds.
They grew crops in summer.
The Kyrgyz thus became very wealthy.
They ate white wheat bread,
In front of their yurts
They each tied six stallions.
With their harvested crop
They bought a sheep for a handful of grain.
They bought yearlings for a panful of grain,
2040 They all worked hard,
They bought many animals and became wealthy,
They were pleased with that,
They left their grief
And filled all their chests
With treasure of yellow gold.
He became known as rich Jak´p,
Brave Jak´p kept numerous cattle,
2050 His four kinds of animals were countless.
The leader Jakïp became rich,
With their pouting lower lips
And their two erect humps
His gelded camels [50] became many.
Uncle Jakïp became wealthy.
When he lived in Altay,
The gold of the gray-maned Uncle Jak´p
Filled seven houses,
His countless mares filled the pastures,
2060 Jak´p kept numerous livestock,
Among them stallions, the argïmak and buudans
Every day he was content,
Your uncle Jak´p, the noble man,
Felt happy among his people,
Among all the Manchu-Kalmyks in Altay
Jakïp became the wealthiest man.
His wealth became known to all.
Esenkhan was also a great man,
Who recorded Jak´p in his census, [51]
2070 And Jak´p's fame spread as far as the Altay,
Uncle Jak´p's, the hero's fame
Became known to the entire people,
He became immensely rich with livestock,
He was recorded in the cadastre
As wealthy Jak´p,
His livestock filled the pastures.
Jakïp, the brave man
Gained the status of a holy man
Among the many people in Altay.
2080 The famous Jak´p became wealthy.
For many years, however,
He had been longing for a child:

One day Jak´p gathered all the forty Kyrgyz families and said: "I have so many cattle, but have no son. What will my future be? Who will inherit this many livestock?" Jak´p had a grand idea. He threw a big feast, big enough to feed the whole world, and wept, lamenting and asking for a son from the Creator in the following way:

"I have many livestock, but I have no child,
I pray to the Creator many times,
I have no more strength to wait for a child.
My mares in the mountains are countless
In this world of torment I have no son,
No one like a prize stallion [52]
Who will inherit my livestock
Which I cannot take to the hereafter!
2090 My prize stallions are countless
But there is no heir to inherit them!
I gathered much accursed wealth,
I have no choice
But to accept God's will,
My livestock have no owner,
I have no son to inherit them,
I gathered the accursed wealth,
But I'm not able to find a child.
What goal will I accomplish
2100 By accumulating much wealth?
I've 6,000 gelded camels,
Your Jak´p has become, however,
Such a miserable man with no child!
Among my numerous livestock, which have no owner,
I cannot find a son,
My noble spirit is unquiet.
The pastures are filled with livestock,
Yet with no son as heir,
My noble soul is restless!
2110 I have camel- and elephant-loads of goods, [but] (...)
It has been many years since I married
My second wife Chïyïrdï.
She doesn't much comb and braid her hair, [53]
What kind of cursed life have I?
Bakd÷÷l÷t, the daughter of Baat´rkhan,
Has been my wife from the very beginning,
She doesn't give birth to a son even when I show my devotion,
This has been my greatest disappointment.
By raising the livestock without an owner,
2120 What is the point of my life?
With no son to rely on
I will pass away with no heir.
I raised unschooled stallions,
But, with no heir to train and ride them!
Since I came to Altay,
I raised countless livestock,
But it is as though I never rode to pasture,
Nor have I heard the cry "Wah!"
I'm filled with sadness, my insides burn,
2130 With no trained stallions to ride in Altay.
I'm separated from my exiled eight brothers
Who grew up in the same nest.
I'm filled with grief, my liver burns, [54]
My brave Kyrgyz people aren't here
To profit from my livestock,
If I die, my people aren't here
My ancient homeland isn't here
To herd the livestock with no master!
2140 Apart from lacking my own people,
I don't even have my sister's children to rely on!
I don't have an older brother beside me,
I'm surviving in Altay
With no maternal uncles standing behind me!
I possess immeasurable wealth,
But I don't have my lions, the Kyrgyz people
Who have large appetites
And are never sated!
2150 I've no choice, but to accept
The misfortune which God sent.
I gathered many livestock who need a master,
But I don't have a son to inherit them!
We are the Kyrgyz of forty families!
We live amongst
The Kara Kalmyk-Manchus,
With no way to find our people.
Oh, my people, what should we do?!
2160 Will your uncle Jakïp die
Among these Kalmyks?
Saying that Jakïp was childless,
Will the Kalmyk lamas divide
All the livestock left behind?
Or will their officials humiliate us,
The people who have suffered in the past?
Will the K´tay take for themselves
All the livestock left behind?!
There is no one to resist
The Kara-Kalmyk strong man,
2170 Who presides in a pavilion with copper poles!
Who will make crescent axes
With a hawthorn handle that doesn't bend?
Who will lead these many exiled people
And look after their interests?
Who will make axes with sharp blades
That do not bend?
Who will lead the many exiled people
Without neglecting them?"
Lamenting the fact that he had no son,
2180 The rich man Jakïp spoke these words.
His entire insides burned
As he fervently prayed for a son.
Even though his prayers were not granted,
Jak´p didn't die of shame either.
When Jak´p lamented,
The Kyrgyz of forty families broke into tears,
The countless livestock of Jakïp
Multiplied like grass in spring.
The tears flowing from the two eyes,
2190 Of the noble and old Jakïp,
Streamed down his two cheeks.
With his whole heart
Our brave and rich Jakïp,
Asked God for a son.
Let's leave him aside now,
And start talking about
The great Esenkhan
From the heaven-like Beijing.
2200 Now as for the Kakanch´n in Beijing...
Esenkhan was a famed khan.
He had a sorcerer
Who can foretell now
The sufferings of six years ahead.
He had a fortuneteller,
Who wore a malakay kalpak, [55]
And fortune tellers
Who foretold the future
Seven years ahead.
He has magicians and fortunetellers
Who tell the truth.
2210 You want to know about Beijing's history?
Beijing is no ordinary land,
And K´tay should not to be taken lightly.
Back in the time of Prophet Noah
There was a great flood.
When the flood swept
The entire earth
By completely covering it up,
There occurred a haunting experience.
2220 Only nine hundred families
Remained whom the flood didn't reach.
The prophet Muhammad had just climbed Mt. Hirah, [56]
A ray of light touched Beijing,
Therefore, no one dared to conquer it,
No strong men dared to subjugate its people.
During the Prophet's time,
All kinds of people lived
In this very Beijing.
2230 When they went on jihad against the infidels
To conquer the khan
Of the Chïnmachïn,
They married their women
And remained in Beijing.
If we really want we can find there
Pious Muslims, Dungans.
Look carefully and you will find
The children of true Kyrgyz
Called Salar
2240 Who had remained among the Ch´nmach´n of Beijing.
Esenkhan is indeed wise,
He knows how to rule people,
His ancestor is Chïlaba,
He has a precious city
And seven soothsayers,
Who can foretell in seven days
The sufferings of seven years ahead.
His soothsayer found out about Jak´p's rise
And came to Esenkhan
2250 And really shook him up.
In front of Esenkhan,
There stands a watchtower.
You want to know about the watchtower?
It's ninety thousand arm-spans high,
There's a bell on the tower,
A bell made from coppery bronze
That's three arm-spans around.
You would run away should you hear its sound!
2260 When they strike his tower bell,
Esenkhan's command
Can easily be heard
Six days distant,
This infidel's sound.
A signal fire was lit on the tower,
The bell rang loudly.
When they heard the bell ring,
All the soothsayers arrived,
They took the books of divination in their hands and said:
2270 "With a face like wheat smeared with oil,
With his eyes glowering like an evening fog,
And looking like a hungry lion,
There will appear a famous Manas khan,
People will be terrified by his wrath.
He will be born among the Buruts,
When Manas will mount a horse,
Your Tïrgoots will be wiped out.
Of medium height but broad in the shoulder,
2280 Manas will be born among the Kyrgyz,
People will be terrified by his wrath.
They will bring forth a perfect man,
Manas, a lion, will be born among the Buruts,
His steps will stir up a sandstorm,
His voice will scare people to death.
A lion will be born,
A brave man who will destroy the world will be born.
If that Manas is born,
His armed men will number eighty-four,
2290 Everywhere he turns will be set ablaze.
If Manas is born and he grows up,
He won't leave us alone,
He won't leave Beijing alone.
Our ancestor is Chïlaba,
The power of the cursed [man],
Will stir up the world,
Such is the might of Manas.
He is the brave man who creates chaos,
Who is thirsty for blood,
And who always defeats his opponent.
He is the man to bring chaos
2300 He won't spare his enemy,
He will shed your blood,
Leave all of you in misery,
And make you scream for your lives.
He will grind your backbones into powder.
He will smear in red blood
Your K´tay people.
The brave man Manas will be born among the Buruts,
And he will raze your Beijing city
Together with your leaders and khans.
2310-2330 [...]
The good-for-nothing gray-maned one
Will pour out his wrath.
His thirst for blood is insatiable,
He will not spare those who attack him.
His eyes will be wide with rage,
He will have a mark on his back,
It will be a gray-black mane.
He will have Khoja Hasan [57] as his protector,
And forty warrior saints as his true companions.
2340 If that Manas will be born,
He will surely vent his rage against us,
And take revenge for the wrongs of the past!
He will massacre all the noble men
Of the Kakanchïn in Beijing
Who wear precious stones.
He will destroy the Kïtay
And strew their bodies on the ground,
He will soak in blood
Those who enrage him.
No one will remain alive,
2350 We may live long enough to see
That boy with the name Manas.
He will dump salt into your food
And make you eat it,
If that Manas grows to manhood,
You're really going to know it.
He will take as booty
All your maidens with five braids.
He will burn your Beijing city,
And wipe all of you out.
2360-2370 [...]
2380 If that Manas grows to manhood,
He will plunder your mares --
May I be cursed, if I tell lies! --
He will wake you with a jolt.
In springtime, he won't let you ride
Your beautiful young stallions. [58]
He is the man who will bring devastation
To the khan of Kakan in Beijing.
I'm telling you the possible threat,
The record book in front of you states
2390 That the legendary Manas will be born,
And will make Beijing pay.
My prophecy is now heard by all,
And danger awaits Beijing.
It has been recorded in your holy book
That he will take away the throne
Of Beijing which Solomon could not touch.
This is the beginning of the disaster.
My lord, it has been recorded in the book of your fate
That his name is Manas.
2400 I was terrified seeing his name in the prophecies,
Esenkhan, since you are the great khan
Of this great city.
I ran towards you, my lord,
My peaceful life has been shattered.
My lord, Esenkhan, listen to my words,
Manas is a great threat, indeed!
If that noble Manas comes into the world,
He will be renowned as the Manas
2410 Whose name is recorded in the holy book.
Upon reading that message,
My lord, my young ribs shook,
The reason for their shaking is
That he is the lion named Manas.
He is the lion who will wipe out
Not just K´tay, but the entire world.
He has a horse faster than a bullet,
He has a coat which is bulletproof,
2420 Manas, the gray-maned lion,
Never gets his fill of blood,
If born, he won't spare any soul,
He will erase completely
Not just K´tay, but the whole world.
He has a powerful ancestral spirit and a great name,
He is the hero and the backbone of the Kyrgyz.
He is the man who will create chaos
In your land which escaped the Flood,
And in Beijing of the Kakanchïn.
If that man Manas is born among the Buruts,
2430 The whole world cannot defeat him,
The teeth of a lion can't penetrate,
His naked K´d´r and companions,
Each of which has strength equal to Manas'.
His forty companions are from forty different places,
Each has different powers,
The forty of them are the wisest leaders of the epoch.
If those forty lions unite,
The K´tay will lament greatly,
For that Manas will cause a great upheaval
2440 Not just for the K´tay but for the entire world.
They'll pluck you from the ground,
No one who encounters them will escape alive!
On a certain day you should prepare
And send your soothsayers to him
And have them bring him to Beijing,
My lord, that boy named Manas.
We should put him in the dungeon,
Which is forty rope-lengths deep.
2450 If Manas will be born,
We should punish him in this way!"
Esenkhan was the ruler,
Of the great city,
Karïkhan in Beijing
Had turned exactly hundred years old.
When he heard the name of Manas,
This Kïtay became angry.
The drums were beaten hard
The beacons were lit outside,
2460-2490 [...]
2500 As for Kar´khan's golden throne,
It is surrounded by towers and gardens.
There were spread out sixty kilims
Which were made of golden [thread].
On top of them there is the golden throne,
No one had ever seen such beauty.
Were they soaked in water forty years,
Their color would never fade,
Were they soaked in water eighty years,
They would never rot.
2510 No one had ever sat on them,
Everyone who saw them was amazed.
The back of the throne is made of gold and precious stones,
The place where one sits
Is decorated with precious stones and pearls.
On it sits Karïkhan
Who is full of wrath.
When their khan gave the order
His warriors wearing greaves
Opened the forty gates
2520 Of Kakanchïn.
Drums were beaten hard,
There were forty soothsayers
On bended knee
Carrying maces as big as yurts.
His warriors came in running,
All the warriors came gathering
Before their khan.
In a fury, Karïkhan spoke:
"My warriors! Listen all of you!
2530 All the soldiers, soothsayers,
And the old men with long ears, listen!
His ancestor is Burut --
The hero Manas was born, I heard
Among the people called Burut.
All the Tïrgoot khans, come,
My magicians and soothsayers all come!
Fortunetellers, come, thousands of you,
And be useful this time!
If the boy's name is indeed Manas,
2540 Capture him among the Burut and bring him!
Capture all the boys and tie their hands and legs,
If their name is Manas, and
If they are younger than seventeen
And older than six months!
If his name is Manas indeed,
Tie his hands and legs
And bring him here,
Don't let him escape,
Just drive him up here!
You damned warriors,
If you don't find Manas,
2550 I don't want to see you,
Don't dare to come near me!
Don't return to my city,
Damned warriors,
Perish before you come to me!
If you don't fetch Manas,
I will put a kook [59] on your head
And make you all suffer greatly.
I will hurt your heads
2560 And punish you thus.
If you don't fetch that Manas,
I'll tie a rope around your necks
And hang you all in nooses.
If you don't return with Manas,
I will give it to you in the neck
And shoot you, not sparing one.
I will do what I want,
I will exterminate all of you
Not sparing one,
2570 If you don't fetch Manas,
You will pay dearly!
I have a great many warrior swordsmen,
And I will have them cut you up!"
Thus Karïkhan announced his order,
Wearing their big greaves,
Many warriors began to panic,
All the young children ran outside.
2580 [...]
2590 "I have a dungeon, a big hole,
I will put him in there if I get him,
I don't want their Manas to live,
I will finish him off for good.
If we don't eliminate him
From the face of the earth,
If we don't get rid of him...
He is Muslim in his faith
And our enemy in his heart.
If Manas survives and grows up,
He'll be no end of trouble.
2600 He won't be a slave who will do kindness
To this Beijing which stands before you!"
Kar´khan spoke about this horrifying thing,
Together with the khan Esenkhan
He gave the order.
[...]
2620 [...]
"My warriors, listen all of you,
You must find Manas,
You must not return without him,
Warriors, may God bless your undertaking!
If for some reason, you return without Manas,
I won't listen to your words even if you implore me.
2630 This is my order which I decreed,
I will punish you if you don't find him,
The T´rgoots, Manchus, and many K´tay
I will kill all of you!
The skilled rider and foot racer,
The esteemed warrior, the giant Döngö,
And the fortunetellers
Who have mastered incredible magic skills
And can tell the future with divination stones,
All of you must set out to find him!
2640 You forty soothsayers in Beijing,
His ancestor is from Burut,
So he is from the people called Burut.
Don't miss him on the upper mountain slopes,
You know how he looks,
So you should recognize him if you see him."
Esenkhan and Karïkhan,
Gave countless orders,
With all their soothsayers gathered.
God had cursed the K´tay.
2650 His medicine men,
The best fortunetellers,
The best of the best, who can distinguish
Between good and evil,
Swordsmen with sharp crescent blades,
The most wicked men with black hearts,
And a thousand soothsayers set out from Beijing,
Among whom many were all-seeing.
They loaded elephants with arms,
These Kïtay were dangerous people,
2660 They took all the all-seeing men,
The soothsayers set out from Beijing,
Their warrior, hero Döngö
Was a beast-like infidel,
Who spoke no human tongue.
There was Muzkindik from Shibee,
Solobo from Tïrgoot,
These loud-tongued infidels had
So many soothsayers!
There was Bozkertik from Tokushker
2670 And Orokkïr from Solong,
They all set out towards the Kyrgyz.
The Devil possessed the K´tay.
Which of them should we mention
Among these teeming infidels?
There is giant D÷÷dŘr from the K´tay,
And Maam´tbek riding a gray mule.
Those who heard about his fame were frightened.
All the things he tells,
He studied from a sacred book.
2680 No one has ever defeated him,
No lion's teeth could penetrate his skin,
He spoke no human tongue,
He has an eye as big as a bucket on his head.
The reason for his single eye
Is because his mother was a Hindu whore
No one could defeat this warrior!
His father was a K´tay shrew,
He was a beast, a wild pig
Who spoke no human tongue.
2690 Orokkïr and Muzkindik,
Were the great warriors of the Kïtay.
Manas wasn't born yet, nothing yet was heard of him.
They set out towards the Buruts
In search of the boy.
Their magicians were many,
The infidels' soothsayers who had mastered magic skills
Were even more in number.
Their most skilled men who identify people
Received the order from their khan,
2700 An army of soldiers was put together,
The arrogant infidels
Took plenty of pemmican [60] with them,
Each soothsayer was given
A thousand warriors to serve him,
They advanced like men possessed
On deserts which take forty days to cross,
Döngö arrived in two places,
Altay and Kangay.
All the Kyrgyz boys of the forty Kyrgyz families,
2710 They gathered, leaving not one,
And had them pass one by one.
They gathered all the boys
Who were younger than seventeen
And older than six months.
Fearing that they would kill all the boys
And destroy them completely,
The exiled and destitute people,
With their leader Baltay khan,
Wept, losing their hope.
2720 The six soothsayers stood together
And checked them out for six days in a row.
If a boy was indeed Manas,
His ear would have had a hole
And he would be circumcised.
He would have all the signs.
On his right shoulder
He would have a mole as big as a plate;
On the back of the boy,
There would be a gray-black mane.
2730 "Is there boy in your camp
Whose name is Manas?"
They asked loudly,
The warriors thus asked
And searched the entire camp.
Unable to find the boy there,
They continued their search.
The warriors who received the order
Traveled farther afield
And searched the entire world,
2740 They wandered four times
The four corners of the earth,
They traveled seven times to
The underworld Jelpinish.
Unable to find the boy there
They searched all the places
Like Köönö-Turpan, vast Barbar,
With the Lop river in the lower part,
Through the mud deserts
2750 And wind-blown sandy passes,
The warriors experienced hell.
By searching the entire world,
They wandered exactly six years.
Unable to find the boy there,
They came to Alt´-Shaar and Kokonkhan,
Then down to Samarkand,
Then across to Margilan,
Then back to Andijan,
Then to the ruined Chamb´l and Bukhara.
2760 There is Sarï-Arka in the upper part,
And Aydarkan in Sarï-Arka,
There was a khan of the Kazakhs
Who had many peoples
Under his rule,
They searched for the boy there.
Unable to find the boy there,
They came to Karakhan in Bukhara
And searched for the boy there.
They came to the ruined Chambïl,
2770 To Buudaykhan who lived there,
And had many peoples.
They gathered all them
And had young boys pass one by one.
Unable to find the boy there,
They retreated
To the place called Samarkand,
They now came to Samarkand,
From each family they took a boy
And gathered all of them, not leaving one.
2780 Their mothers cried out
And stirred up the people,
Their fathers, frenzied,
Even broke the irrigation ditches.
All the people created chaos.
Boys had to pass by for seven days.
There was a famous Eshen in Samarkand
Who was a holy man,
There was a big boy
In the family of that Eshen
2890 Who was given the name Manas.
"Do you have boy in your village
Whose name is Manas?" they asked.
When the K´tay forced them to answer,
"This is the boy you have sought," they said,
And brought on their heads God's wrath.
"This boy is that Manas,"
Many people shouted falsely.
We got together and decided
To name him "Jar Manas"
2800 Because of his bravery.
Sharpening his black tongue
An old man spoke eloquently
To the many Kïtay:
"This boy's name is Manas,
His bravery is great,
And his strength is enormous!
When he reached the age of seven,
He did what he wanted to do,
Of the boys who had been playing,
2810 He slaughtered exactly twelve of them.
His father is indeed the famous Eshen.
You found "Manas" easily,
My warriors, you are lucky!
This boy named Manas,
His eyes are wide with rage,
Your khan will be pleased if you bring him,
For Manas is the one who defeats all his foes."
Listening to the old man,
The magicians and fortunetellers of the K´tay,
2820 Their fortuneteller, hero
And a great wise man who had seen a lot,
The brave man named Döngö,
And the forty soothsayers from Beijing
All stood in a row.
Undressing the boy
They had him pass by.
A soothsayer checked him out carefully
And was sure that he was the boy,
"He is indeed Manas," they said,
2830 The soothsayers tested him,
Believing that his name was Manas,
The warriors were happy.
Some of them checked him and noted that
He was indeed a strong boy,
Who was of medium height and broad-shouldered,
And that he was the real Manas.
The spitting image of Manas!
Some of them said these words:
"His right shoulder is broad,
He himself is indeed a man
2840 Able to destroy the entire world."
Some of them spoke thus:
"He is as a big as a mountain,
He has the valor to wipe out
The entire world.
Karïkhan, the khan of Beijing
Really knew about him, that noble man."
Some of them said these words:
"He is a boy, who can, indeed,
Catch a white doe and use her like a cow.
2850 If he grows into manhood
And achieves the stature of the real heroes,
He would indeed be a young man
Who would wipe out Beijing and its Kakanch´."
Some of them said these words:
"This boy named Manas,
Is like a staring tiger,
His enemy won't stay alive,
His eyes are wide with rage,
He is the one who defeats all his foes.
2860 He is indeed the real Manas,
The spitting image of Manas."
Some of them said these words:
"His look is extraordinary,
He has the valor to wipe out
Ch´nmach´n and Kakan."
We caught the enemy,
God has truly given him to us," they said.
They tied the boy up
And did the unthinkable.
2870 All the warriors gathered,
And feasted for twelve days,
Put aside their worries,
And killed their mules for the feast,
All the soldiers were aroused,
All the warriors were excited.
They made the Muslims grovel before them.
The K´tay people were happy.
Believing that he was Manas, they tied him up,
The Kïtay swarming like black worms
2880 Humiliated the people of Samarkand,
They left the people with no choice,
And took away from Samarkand
Their boy named Manas.
"He is the boy named Manas," they said,
Our mission is accomplished," they rejoiced.
Their men carrying chains,
And men with sword-like hands,
And men skilled with warclubs,
All encircled the boy.
2890 And the great soothsayer from Beijing
Was sure that he was Manas.
And they put an iron cap
On Jar Manas's head.
They tied his legs
And covered his eyes tightly.
Thus they brought the end of the world
To the people of Samarkand.
This boy named Jar Manas
Was the son of the famed Eshen
2900 Who lived in Samarkand.
"The brave Jar Manas is gone," they said,
All the people wept, many wept,
The mass of people all wept,
"It's six months' distant,
No one has ever seen Beijing
And no one would return once gone!
It is a place whence no one would return
From the land of Kakanchïn,
No man would come back."
2910 The people of Samarkand grieved,
They had lost their Jar Manas
When he reached the age of seventeen.
The Kïtay of forty tribes
Brought them misfortune
By taking away their boy,
They would not be able to defeat
The myriad infidels!
The Muslims were relieved the K´tay had left.
By taking away the boy
2920 The infidels were cursed by God.
They set out towards Beijing,
They traveled many days not sparing their horses.
When they were two stages away,
They sent a man with six stallions
To Karakhan, the khan of Beijing,
To deliver him a message.
The messenger grabbed and took along
A Buddhist statue made from bronze and copper.
They also sent skilled riders, foot racers,
And great soothsayers
2930 When a great soothsayer came in
And told their khan
That they fetched Manas,
Inside the khan's palace
There was a pavilion where many people stood,
On the pavilion was Ken-Tundu,
All the people came and
Stood near that Ken,
On the pavilion was also a tower,
2940 The tower was very extraordinary.
Do you want to know about the tower?
The khan had its foundation built with stones,
He had stones stacked
And secured with blue cast-iron.
If you want to know about the tower,
Its height is nine hundred arm-spans,
When the bell on its top rang,
It's sound easily reached
2950 The land nine days distant.
The beacon was lit on the tower,
The bell rang loudly,
All the Tïrgoots came gathering,
All the teeming noble men,
All the strong men of Kïtay
Wearing shirts of mail gathered.
All the elite ones of Kïtay
Wearing precious stones gathered.
2960 Esenkhan and Karïkhan
Were both informed of the news.
In attendance on the two men
Were exactly two thousand warriors
They placed the two of them
On gold kilims,
For when their khan goes outside
It is a Kïtay tradition.
The warriors ran next to them,
2970 The warriors in their service
Accompanied them with reverence.
The riderless stallions behind them
Were led by twelve noble grooms.
When their khan made a public appearance
All the people were gathered,
So many pigs and cattle
Were slaughtered for the feast.
They cooked food in a copper cauldron
Forty arm-spans around.
2980 They slaughtered forty pigs
And put them all in it.
They also killed forty oxen
And put them in it too.
Each tribe brought forty animals,
For it was a K´tay custom
To bring and slaughter them.
They also killed forty mules
And put them in it too.
They quickly hung high
The copper idol made from bronze
Worshipping it as their "God."
2990 All the soothsayers of the K´tay
Gathered, wearing precious stones,
Only the elite gathered.
They had the unimaginable thought
That they had found their enemy.
They feasted exactly forty-five days,
They brought Jar Manas
Before the golden throne,
3000 The Manchus who gathered were unusual,
Their warriors were countless,
They threw him alive for safe-keeping
Into the big dungeon forty rope-lengths deep
Located under the golden throne.
Thinking that Manas was gone,
All the great men dispersed,
Without killing or harming him
They imprisoned the poor one for twelve years.
3010 Let's put him aside now
And talk about the others.
The poor people who came to Altay,
And the heroes who were exiled
Survived their hardships,
Were separated from their people,
And endured this on account of their sins.
They had been driven there to Altay,
And become wealthy by digging gold,
By plowing land, raising cattle,
3020 And driving countless livestock.
In the service of Jak´p
There was Kochku from the Kalmyks;
He had appointed Oshpur as his shepherd;
He had camel-herders under him,
That noble, rich man Jak´p,
On the holiest night of Ramadan, [61]
In the middle of the night,
Saw a dream in his sleep,
He saw a good dream.
3030 From the quail-like eyes
Of poor Jakïp, who was torn apart,
Drops of tears streamed down,
From his black-currant eyes
Streamed tears the length of a whip.
The heart of the rich man
Named Jakïp was shattered,
Tears poured down his face,
His ribs cage fell apart,
He saw paradise in his dream,
3040 Upon seeing the dream, bay Jak´p
Became agitated,
He couldn't sit still,
He had no peace of mind,,
For he was fretting about it.
"If my dream comes true," he thought,
"I will distribute all the livestock
Which I have gathered,
These countless animals
I will slaughter them all," he thought.
3050 Your bay Jakïp thought about this,
To the head of the forty families,
To the eloquent leader Akbaltay,
Your brave man Jak´p cried out,
He gathered everyone, including
Akbaltay with his forty Kyrgyz families
To interpret his noble dream
Which he saw the night before.
The Kyrgyz of forty families arrived
3060 To listen to bay Jak´p's dream,
Gathering all the Kyrgyz,
Bay Jak´p broke down before them:
"My livestock is countless, but I have no child,
I'm filled with sadness, I burn like an ember,
To inherit my numerous livestock,
I have no son when I look,
3070 Nor have I strength to have a child.
Unless the Ruler of All, Allah, helps,
I have no other hope,
My yaks became ninety thousand,
My wealth became known to the people.
I have much livestock, but no son,
I have no other hope
Unless the Creator intervenes!"
He killed for a specific wish
Five sets of different animals led by a mare,
3080 As alms, he set aside
Nine sets of different animals led by a camel
To give to widows, orphans and the poor,
Jak´p thus put aside
All his accumulated grief
And killed many mares
To feed the people.
The home of bay Jak´p
Was filled with the forty Kyrgyz families.
When the forty Kyrgyz families were sated,
3090 They gave their blessings
By saying "Amen" with spread palms.
The hero spoke vigorously
And insistently like a baby goose,
The hero spoke loudly
The good news all were eager to hear,
The hero Jakïp spoke his words,
His dream which he saw the night before.
He told them of good things to come:
"My people, I saw a dream last night,
I dreamt of an unusual deed.
3100 My people, maybe good will come
Of what I've seen on the holiest night,
Maybe our day will come to see the Kyrgyz again
When God frees us from the Kalmyks.
My last night's dream is a sacred dream,
It is a good dream
From which you will benefit.
In my last night's dream,
I settled down on the upper Ala-Too
And caught a young eagle.
When I took him hunting,
3110 The sound of his flapping wings was heard;
Unable to withstand his wrath,
All the animals fell over in fright.
He flew high above the world,
The black-eared panther
Looked like a mouse next to him.
When I pulled off his hood,
He wreaked such havoc,
He tore into shreds
The black-striped tiger and boar.
3120 He spared no animals,
All the birds submitted to him
Offered themselves up.
When I lifted him
He was restrained by eighty-four strings, [62]
Wherever the eagle turned was set ablaze,
Then I took him to the east
For hunting,
I sealed the doom
Of all the predator birds,
Not sparing any of them
3130 I had him kill them.
When I got caught up by the hunt,
I shed so much red blood
That it filled a gorge.
What does this mean?
Please interpret this dream of mine!
Afterwards in my dream,
I went hunting the in the mountains,
With no way to go down,
I hunted on a high cliff.
3140 When I stood there trapped and angry
Here is how I restored my honor.
In the dream that I saw,
Out of nowhere in my hand
A zulkupor [63] sword appeared.
With it, I cut through
The black cliff which blocked my way,
Thus I defeated the black cliff.
With one blow the cliff shattered,
3150 Unable to withstand my sword's power,
The black cliff crashed down,
I felled the strong mountain,
Everything that I struck
I made fall to the ground like powder,
I destroyed the rocks and made a road,
I leveled down
All the thick forests,
I destroyed many cliffs,
3150 I made the river dry up,
I burned everything which I came across,
I set afire the grassy steppe,
I turned the cliff into a plain
And made myself a khan.
The places where I wandered were strange wilderness.
Wherever my sword struck was set afire.
Please interpret my dream,
What does it mean?
My people, please interpret my dream.
Then again in my dream,
3170 I experienced a good deed.
When I slept on a hill and dreamt,
I became a big tent,
My shade encircling the earth
And covering the world.
One tether of the tent was tied
To the land where the sun rises,
My one pole was erected
On the pass where the sun sets.
My shade covering the world,
3180 I lay down with great pleasure.
Charging like a lion,
Praying to God,
Reaching with my right hand,
I grasped the sun for myself.
Reaching with my left hand,
I caught the moon for myself.
My right hand held the sun,
My left hand held the moon,
I took the sun
3190 And put it in place of the moon,
I took the moon
And put it in place of the sun.
Together with the sun and moon,
I flew high into the sky.
What does it mean?"
When they heard Jak´p's dream,
Approaching like a tawny gelded camel,
Finding his way in trackless places,
3200 Speaking gently but firmly,
Your uncle Baltay began his words.
Albaltay was a noble khan
Who interpreted every dream,
A naked boy was his guardian spirit.
The sharp-tongued Akbaltay
Was a true holy man and soothsayer,
Akbaltay was eloquent
In his speech,
3210 Akbaltay was a religious man
Who was a master.
He sharpened his black tongue.
What can the noble Baltay do?
He spoke eloquently before the people.
He spoke loudly and smoothly
To the sad Kyrgyz, to those people
He threw words joyfully:
"You forty Kyrgyz families, you destitute people,
We will indeed find the pass
3220 With its hummocks of windswept grass,
Oh, God, we will indeed find the land
Where we cut our cord [64] and cleansed ourselves!
We will indeed find our people
Who created a shelter for us.
The Almighty has bestowed on us
This bay Jak´p's dream that he saw.
Through bay Jak´p's dream
We'll solve our awful problem.
3230 It befits the Kyrgyz
To pray to God for this.
If this dream of yours is indeed true,
Our injured pride will be restored.
We will be granted a lion-like boy
Who will save us all
From the Kara Kalmyk and Manchus!
What had been separated will be re-attached,
What had been scattered, will be re-united,
3240 Your extinguished fire will be re-kindled,
Your dead souls will come alive again!
We are the Kyrgyz of forty families,
People, who have been living
Among the Kara Kalmyk and Manchus.
Recite quickly your "Baabedin" [65]
In honor of the Creator,
Promise that you will sacrifice a horse
Which has moon-shaped hooves!
Extinguish all your grief.
My people, all dangers are now gone,
3250 For the dream of Jak´p khan...
-- I can barely control myself! --
For the dream that he saw... --
My heart is pounding!
Children, among these Kalmyks,
As you see, I feel miserable.
Oh, dear! I think about all kinds of things:
Where are the Kyrgyz? Where are my people?
Jak´p, you saw an extraordinary dream,
When will that day come when we reach our people?!
3260 My son Jak´p, my hero,
Your wish will come true.
I will interpret the dream you saw.
Bay Jakïp, my son, listen,
May God help your dream come true.
My son, that you stood on a mountaintop
Means you will stand on the head
Of the teeming Kara Kalmyks.
If you hunted with a young eagle,
And wiped out all the predator animals,
3270 My son, you will rule the world,
The young eagle indeed is a child.
I'll be damned, bay Jak´p,
If you aren't going to have a son!
Stop grieving, my son; instead,
Kill ninety animals for the feast!
If you hunted with a black eagle,
Jak´p bay, you will have a son, indeed.
He will be a son who will wipe out
The Kïtay on the hills.
He will be a slave who will bring disaster
3280 To the Kara Kalmyk-Manchus.
You will leave all your grief behind,
If you have a son, my foal,
You will name him Manas.
He will be a grayish-black maned hero,
He will be a fierce lion,
Who will create chaos in the world.
His close companions will number eighty-four,
Everywhere he turns will be set ablaze,
3290 No man will be able to approach him.
You will have a brave man
Who will leave you with no enemies,
If you have a son, bay Jak´p,
His enemy will be Kakanch´ns,
He will fight against the Bakburchun.
Seeing as he caught the predator animals,
If he is born safe and sound,
He will land straight on his feet,
His enemies will bow down to him.
3300 If you have a son, my Jakïp,
His spear will touch the world.
The few [Kyrgyz] will be saved
By your son.
A lion will be born, who will protect us,
A strong man will be born.
If you found a sword in your dream,
Oh, Jakïp, my foal,
That means that you will have a son,
Whose name will be Manas,
3310 Who will cut through rocks and turn them into roads,
Who will defeat many people and unite them,
Who will blacken a river with blood,
Who will smear the plains with fat,
Who will capture and destroy
Those who enrage him.
If you held the moon and sun,
Your son will be famed as a hero.
My hero Jak´p, listen carefully,
You will seize control
Of the eighteen thousand worlds!
3320-3339 [...]
3340 Bay Jak´p you have no cause for lament now,
All your progeny are lions,
He will have twelve perfect body parts,
He will be the youngest of the six lions, [66]
And also the beloved child of Allah,
He will be a great ruler and a great man,
He will be a strong man and a lion,
So you will have a son,
Who will be a sultan with a special fate!"
3350 All the Muslims headed by Akbaltay
Raised their hands
Akbaltay began giving his blessing,
Speaking eloquently,
Jak´p's wife Ch´y´rd´
Sprang to her feet and wept:
"Until this day,
We have no child to lean on.
Let's get rid of all our grief,
Of our countless livestock
Let's kill all the mares,
3360 Let's distribute our wealth,
Let's open our treasure chests.
Let's not spare the livestock
And give them away.
Let's distribute the livestock,
Ephemera in this false world,
And ask God for a 'baby camel'!"
As though struck on a wound,
The hero Jak´p jumped up:
"I will not spend my livestock,
3370 And thus weaken myself in vain.
I can't afford to waste my livestock,
For you are not bringing forth a son yet.
I won't plan anything for nothing,
I won't hold a feast for a son who isn't here.
I won't expend livestock in vain,
I won't listen to false words,
I will forget about my dream,
Cursed woman, I won't give a feast!"
As they were about to start a feast,
3380 Bay Jak´p and his wife (baybiche) quarreled.
"I have my own sacred hope,
We might indeed have a child,
My baybiche, don't lose your hope for three more years!
The dun mare, the herd leader,
And you, cursed woman, the first wife,
The dun mare has yet to give birth,
Nor is my old lady giving birth.
If my dun mare gives birth, she will bring forth a charger,
The foal of the dun mare,
3390 Who will be the strongest foal,
Will leave mere stallions in its dust.
He who wants to take him will be no friend of mine.
He won't tire when sent ahead to scout,
Nor be worn down by long days' marches,
He won't be spooked in heat of battle,
Nor tire when ridden six months straight,
Until he turns sixty,
His molar teeth will remain strong,
He won't shy from noise,
Not will he stumble even once
3400 Should thundrous noise engulf the earth.
His figure will be tall and his back will be straight,
My baybiche, don't lose hope for three years yet!
If my dun mare gives birth, she will bring forth a charger,
Such will be the qualities and stature
Of this colt with its double girth.
Such is my sacred hope.
If my old lady gives birth, she will bring forth a falcon,
Let's banish all our grief,
3410 If God grants us a son,
Let him be named as people wish.
If my old lady brings forth a son,
He will wear a hero's belt around his waist,
If seven tens of thousand enemy attack,
He will cut through them alone.
He will stiffen our spines.
If God bestows on us a son,
He will be a lion, an extraordinary man."
Bay Jak´p spoke thus.
3420 The noble Jakïp, the great bay,
Had many words to say,
He won't throw a feast before he has a boy,
He will have to wait for his mare.

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