The sighting of the migrants-harbinger of Spring

A poet awoke from - his slumber cloaked in winter snow.
And felt tiredness from the floating mirage in which lofty mountains tower
A mild spring breeze gently asked for the mellow flavour of the fizzy yogurt of the promised summer .
It is not long ago that he went through the mist of green grasses
when he was sober at the sumptuous feast of the neighbouring house-hold.
How he is in a state of euphoria in the mist at green grass
In the past autumn fog the last flock of ruddy sheldocks in flight honked and disappeared ,
In passing they etched the lines on the forehead of the poet with their wings
Now there is a sighting of the migrants from the vast blue sky.
The lines on the forehead of the poet came alive and flew to welcome the migrants,
when the sighting of the migrants-harbinger of Spring appeared in the sky.


Translated from Mongolian into
English by Dorjgotob.N