My Native Land
by Natsagdorj Dashdorj (1906-1937)
The crystal rivers of sacred Kherlen, Onon and Tuul,
Brooks, streams and springs that bring health to all my people,
The blue lakes of Khovsgol, Uvs and Buir deep and wide,
Rivers and lakes where people and cattle quench their thirs;
This, this is my native land,
The lovely country my Mongolia.
The land of pure grasses waving in the breeze,
The land of open planning full of fantastic mirages,
Firm rocks and out-of-reach places where good men used to meet,
And the ancient ovoos the standing stones to gods and ancestors;
This, this is my native land,
The lovely country my Mongolia.
Land where in winter all is covered with snow and ice,
And the grasses twinkle like glass and crystal,
Land where in summer all is carpet of flowers,
And full of songbirds from the distant lands to the south;
This, this is my native land,
The lovely country my Mongolia.
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