I am happy to watch the charity face,
the gentle look, the sins are running away from
the father’s daughter originating from a known clan
I would please to accept my hidden praise
Oh, handsome bride, the beauty of mine.
Father’s daughter, admired one
The shadow refracts in the light of the spirit
having the fateful good luck
you, mother of a child originating from our ancestors
you are mother’s milk that feeds the good thought.
Oh, you are my pride and tranquility
The beautiful bride of strange family
The fortune screens in the light of a faith
feeling the force of the wind
the bride of calmly family
to be always loved by her relatives
Oh, you are a mother of my son
My beloved fellow-traveler, blessed one.
Translated from Mongolian by Leetiv NamdagJanchivin.
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