Poetry Suitable for Mongolian Dance

Hero gordan

Xi Murong

A broken-winged eagle or an eagle?

High in the sky,

Still have unyielding ambitions

I came to bow down today.

Remote,

Zhungeer khanate

Boshuo ketuhan

Our/our

Gerdan hero.

The red sun will set.

Dusty twilight is boundless.

Hala Soulideth has been guarded by the people.

Still standing on the earth

Angry black tassels fluttered in the wind.

Listen, Erut's followers are still calling on the battlefield.

Call, ours, ours.

Hero gordan

Listen, that 300-year-old call

Still in the field, looking back at the dark clouds of history

How dramatic the turning point of fate is.

A farewell gesture. Why?

Always so decisive.