[Excerpt
from The Saga of the Legend of the Stag, as collected by Adorjan Magyar]
The seeds of
the Holy Sea break out of your shell.
The eternal sea's waves are waving, and
rolling.
Their waves are rocking and their foam is hissing.
There is no
earth yet anywhere, but in the immeasurable heights,
Above in his golden
house, sits the great heavenly father on his golden throne.
He is the
old, white haired and white bearded God of eternity.
On his black robes
there are thousands of sparkling stars.
Besides him sits his wife, the Great
Heavenly Mother.
On her white robes (palast) there are thousands of
sparkling stars.
She is the ancient material of which everything is made.
They have existed from eternity in the past and will exist for all eternity
to come.
In front of
them stands their beautiful golden sunbeam haired son,
The sun God Magyar.
The boy asks of his father:
"When shall we create the world of the humans my
dear father?"
The Eternal
Sea just waves and rolls.
Its waves are rocking and its foam is hissing.
The old gray-haired heavenly father lowers his head .
He ponders the
question a while and a little longer,
Then he lifts his white haired head
and talks to his son.
-- My dear
sweet golden haired son, let us create then
For the humans their own world,
so that they, who will be
Your children shall have a place to live in.
-- How shall
we create such a world, my dear father?
-- This is
the manner in which we can create it:
In the depths of the waving, blue Sea
of Eternity are the
Sleeping eyes (seeds), sleeping seeds [sem=eye/small
seed]
The sleeping Magya's [ Mag=seed, Magyar=man].
Descend
therefore to the depths of the Great Sea.
Bring up the sleeping seeds and
dreaming eyes, so that
We can create a world out of them.
The son
followed the direction of his father.
He turned himself into his image of a
golden bird, into a golden diving duck.
Then he flew down to the expanses of
the Endless Sea.
He swam for a
while on top of the water,
Rocked by the waves of the sea for a while.
He
then dived down into the depths of the blue,
Searching for the bottom, but
unable to reach it.
Out of breath, he was forced to resurface.
He swam on
top again, rocked by the waves,
He gathered his strength, for a long
time.
After taking deep breaths he submerged again into the blue
depths,
Diving deeper, into the darkness, slowly releasing his air
Which
like vibrating pearls rose to the top and popped on the surface of the rolling
sea.
However now
his beak hit the bottom of the sea, into its sand.
He took some of it into
his beak and like an arrow,
He shot up to the top of the water with
it
From the surface of the sea bed, he brought up the
Sleeping eyes/seeds,
silver white "ьgyьcske" [small
eyes?].
The sleeping eyes awoke, the sleepy eyes opened and grew up and
became living beings.