I adore your gaze that tell the simple truth so briefly
Your gaze seems so pure like the mist rising up from the stream source at dawn
I adore your long black hair, longer than the deep dark night
Because I cares and smell your hair during my slumber pondering the past of a thousand years
I adore your straight and honest soul
You, the one who saves from the illness of jealousy
I adore your eyelashes like the deep yearning of martins that cut the sky with their tails
Because they always sketch artworks in the air like the wings of butterflies
I adore your two nipples of invisibility
Because all the tuneful melodies of the world will pour as milk from there
I adore your tender feeling of silver stars that illume in the dimples on your cheeks
Because they will always lullaby your teardrops and whisper them to the Seven Deities*
I adore your gentle walk like the heartbeat of a crane
Because it is so sacred that is doesn’t even raise the flower pollens
I adore the pure drops of rain with fragrance of leaves that drenched your blouse
Because you, who love snow, visit the remoteness of my thoughts before the rain
I adore your sighing like the dew of young grass that got alert by the lips of a foal
Because it feels like the ink I just put in my pen spatters in my shirt pocket in late afternoon
I adore your voice like the call of a stag that bellows with its head raised upward to the sky
Because it gives me the feeling that an eagle fighting with death watches the maroon rocky eyrie
I adore your soul that always yearns for silence
Because it applies the silence across all the time
I adore your bringing all the stories of being a poet into the air that I’m breathing
Because the eyes of the Deities that created you for the sake of the supreme fortune are pure.
Тranslated by L.NamdagJanchivin
* Seven Deities – the constellation of Dig BIPPER. It’s in ancient tradition for Mongolians to entrust their lives to and present offering to the Seven Deities, also known as Seven Elders or “Doloon Burkhan” in Mongolian.
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