Friday, March 7, 2008

S.Khadaa (S.Hadaa)
1961- Mongolian
translated by Sh.Tsog and Simon Wickham-Smith

On the fire-red desert,
We greet the final day of golden autumn.
The herders slowly lead the camels,
There’s a guarddog too.
Will we travel far from the path we’ve chosen?

We are joined to the broad, wide desert.
From high up, the gers are swaying upon tall humps,
And eyes shine as though upon the highlands.
And in my heart, this great green force will never be broken.
My snowwhite ger is my final resting place.

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