Thousands of springs under the eternal sky
In the beautiful land of Mongolia, year after year,
When the peaceful season is in full swing
When the grass turns green, horses and cattle are happy
When the sun approaches and the snow melts
The old world is thawed and everything is renewed
When the old trees bloom and children play
An old man feels like he has become young
When the steppe geese come to visit and sing loudly
The shepherd sitting at home listens to them
When the stream and spring flow in the nearby mountains
When the lambs in the pasture make music
The gentle breeze smells sweet
Refreshes the hidden soul by thinking about the past and the present
When the beautiful and rich city is adorned
A little child in a cradle makes his parents happy.
At the beginning of the beautiful summer
On the beautiful mountain ridge of the land
When the cuckoo bird calls out to you
How beautiful and pleasant this world is
When the sky is covered with green grass
When the horse gallops long and runs towards its birthplace
When the rain of flowers washes the face of the world
The hearts of young people are refreshed and think of each other
Beautiful mountains and clear water are equal in summer
The three festivals of the era are the leading joy of Mongolia
The chirping of children is clear in the valley
The galloping of fast horses is the admiration of everyone
The melody of the festival of joy softly echoes in the valley
Five thousand of cattle freely graze in the steppe
The smell of airag sarhd is fragrant at the door of every house
Such beautiful joy, such beautiful happiness.
The yellow sun of autumn shines on me and you
We will also sway in the season of swaying
When the deer and elk are happy and the mountains are happy
When the cows are happy and the herdsmen are happy
When thin white clouds move in the beautiful sky
When the young people go to study in distant places with curiosity
When the clear river flows softly and silently
When the moon shines from within it and tells the story of the past with a sword
When the morning frost shines like pearls and turns gray
The horses that have been brushed outside tremble and tremble
When the master of the house wakes up early and goes to hunt the fox and wolf
When the wife and children brew ale and wait for him
When the gentle wind makes the grass and trees sway
When the hearts of the old and young people tremble and tremble
When the yellow leaves of the trees fall one by one
The sorrowful events in the heart are sometimes think about it.
When the distant wind blows with a cold breath
The mountains of the golden world wear silver armor
When the stars in the sky sparkle like sparks on a winter night
The singing of a jinchin on the plains
The incense burners play on the top of the high mountains
When the wide valleys sparkle with dazzling eyes
When the animals that have gone to pasture return with their hair shining
A young herdsman gathers them and whistles
The cold of the highlands is like a scythe, like a scythe
The Mongolian youths have their faces red and their eyes are burning
Six monkeys on the summit, next to the candlelight
The old men and women build fires and talk about old sayings
Winter, spring, summer, and autumn are the four seasons
Befriend the mountains, water, sun, and moon
Everyone bids farewell to the old and welcomes the new
Thousands of years have not been busy with even the slightest bit of free time
