Blue wolf of the steppe, I love you


 The arrow with whispers of mine shot centuries ago
The star over the horizon strained right to my heart
The look with all its sadness and deepness
And the body stretched like hard – milled hide
          Blue wolf of the steppe, I love you.
When hooves are heard, when they engage it,
And when every arrow targets it,
The struggle of the wolf is too heavenly
To go missing into the solitude
          Blue wolf of the steppe, I love you.
The freedom to solitude by deeply hiding its suffering
The pride to remedy its wounded heart with its tears
It is the Mongol blood flooding your veins
Like hot burning flame
          Blue wolf of the steppe, I love you.
When bang of drum begins to shock the world,
When the steppe wolf to be absorbed into clouds,
Dream song will be enchanted with your magic howl
Let’s get drowned together over the horizon
          Oh, blue wolf of the steppe.
                                                              Translated by V. Tsogmaa.
                                                              2012/04/16

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