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Cried out loudly.
A vast alaas is covered
With green grass and yellow flowers.
It’s really a blessed, nice land,
The center of this World
With the rising Sun.
A white crane winters here,
A woodcock doesn’t leave it,
A hero lives here,
A wild duck loves its water,
A bullfinch is always here,
A cuckoo cries day and night,
A nightingale warbles loudly,
Its smiling Sun rises every day,
Its white moon lights up a dark night,
Its people prosper
For their future generation,
It’s full of abundance
A generous, flourishing land.
Its valley is full of
White-maned horses,
Its cattle is innumerable,
It’s more than stars in the sky.
At the very top of
This wonderful land
Three white yurtas
Are seen from a distance
Like three white cranes.
Gazing at the left side
Of this vast alaas
He saw the fourth yurta
Concealed behind a hill
With nine stripes
Without a wind,
In a quiet comer
Of a wonderful valley.
Eles Bootur the Great
Trotted his horse to the North
When he saw a strange creature
Wearing a coat of brown foal skin,