The Memory of Nomadism

Mother nature, Luminous universe
The fragile sophisticated modernness
Remain of mankind's pride

My vast mother grassland
I was told our great ancestors were here for thousand years
Wandering soul of ancient nomads
telling stories of the king of this land

Hawks are soaring high
Without fully grown wings
How to fly in this colorful world

Mongols who mirgrate along with beautiful nature
We share our weal and woe with the land
Holy nature will lead us penetrate the samsara

Brothers of blood
Our heart were generous and pure
We're supposed to light the precious heart
Convey the deep reverence to the world