Dusk's sun bows behind
Snowy mountains,
Shadows tall clouds and
Bloodies Onon.
A poor fire trembles,
Flattened by winds
That scour the peak of
Burqan Qaldun.

Horse smells and sweat smells
Mix with qumys
Steaming from hot stones
As libation.
The humbler of kings,
Ruler of all
Who dwell in felt tents
Bends his knees here.

Belt over shoulder,
Fur hat in hand,
The Khan suppliant
Pleads with heaven.
"Immortal Tangri!
Approve my way.
Vouchsafe me your aid,
Aid of your strength!"

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