I rise, I rise,
I, whose tread makes the earth to rumble.
I rise, I rise,
I, who whips thighs there with strength.
I rise, I rise,
I, who whips his back with his tail when in rage.
I rise, I rise,
I, in whose humpted shoulder there is power.
I rise, I rise,
I, who shakes his mane when angered.
I rise, I rise,
I, whose horns are sharp and curved.
(Eliade, Mircea, 1964 Shamanism: Archaic Techniques of Ecstasy. Bollingen Series 76. New York: Pantheon, 1951)
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