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Journal-"A Song of the Gobi" 
Oh, my spacious Gobi is beautifulEven it has no flowing rivers! Oh, my Gobi sentinel mountains are beautiful Even it has no swaying forests! Oh, how beautiful is exquisite mirage When it floats and deludes me! Oh, how beautiful is my Gobi Where run wild horses and camels. Oh, how beautiful is my Gobi sun And its golden beams! Oh, how beautiful is my vast Gobi Where kept endless resources! Oh, how beautiful is my rich cooperative When it brightens in the sunshine! Oh, how beautiful is my Gobi melodies Which praise our happiness! Oh, how beautiful is our milkmaid When she milks her she-camels, whistling!. Oh, how good is our camel-herd When he comes on his camel, galloping! -Dejidyn Chimiddorj [Note: This is from a book of modern Mongolian poetry purchased at the last Khan’s summer palace (circa 1925) here in Ulaanbaatar.] | |||
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