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1 8 PETR OGOTOEV

Is unending and vast,
Its wide meadow
Is a green carpet.
Its deep rivers
Seethe and rage,
■ Its sky lark
Sings freely day and night,
Greeting the Sun,
Rising high up,
This wonderful land
Thrives and flourishes.
No dirt stuck to it,
No sin overwhelmed it,
No misfortune lingered here,
Death passed by,
Quarrel slipped by,
Trouble did not stop here.
Thunder accompanies,
Lightning flashes,
Rain and hail pour down,
Intense heat is quiet,
Divine drinking strengthens you,
Milky drinking cools you down,
Sedge is everywhere,
Yellow-headed grass
Decorates a flat valley.
A round alaas
Is surrounded with
Nine hills like
Nine young stallions,
As if they are fighting,
Defending their herds.
Its rich side
Breathes warm air,
Its greeting front side
Has a steep mountain
And a safe hill,
And a soft hillock,
Has three milky
Not freezing lakes.