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Although the world is hidden within me, everything and every moment opens me:
The universe opens itself through me.
G.Mend-Ooyo “The Connections”
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Having only parts of my dreams,
Tasting in my own poetry the very basis of everything that is mine,
Wishing in your heart to tune the strings of inspiration,
Climbing the chasms of high mountains,
Following impassable paths,
Seeking the eternal song of the essence of love, I am coming to you
G.Mend-Ooyo “I am coming to you”
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The song upon your lips is upon the hills, the song upon your lips encompasses the world.
G.Mend-Ooyo “The Song”
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The sky, broad like a basket for gathering dung,
above the gathered people,
and when the people are singing,
the great sky is calm.
G.Mend-Ooyo “The Sky”
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If you come back home after twenty years,
f you dismount at your door, if your mother raises the felt door and comes out,
if the iron curtain were closed before you, what would happen?
Please don`t trap the running horse.
G.Mend-Ooyo “Please don`t trap the running horse”
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Please love the lion cub for being a lion.
Walk with the power of the lion, amid the haphazardness of life
Please don't trap the running horse.
G.Mend-Ooyo “Please don`t trap the running horse”
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The more I am alone, the deeper I relate to the grasses.
The more I am alone, the closer I converse with the ancestors’ spirits.
The more I am alone, the more I hear the wisdom of the uncreated.
The more I am alone, the closer I am to bright Shambhala.
I am warmed by the force of solitude.
G.Mend-Ooyo
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Whenever I am sad, the fallow-dear moves near to me.
Whenever I am sad, Huhdei's ancestors call me from Heaven.
In my sorrow I melt the distance in my mind.
In my sorrow I send it into the mists of the blue sky.
And I make friends with the beauty of sorrow.
G.Mend-Ooyo "Whenever I am sad"
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The rider of my fiddle, with its melodic tongue, will never dismount
that most constant and powerful horse which transcends its fate!
Surely I will never get down, from the words I have spoken
to the earth where, exhausted, I step from my horse.
G.Mend-Ooyo "Power of the Words"
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The rivers of autumn weeps for my mistakes.
The colors of autumn gild the wolderness of my careless heart.
The dust of every day turns the track of the years to gold.
The dust of the world makes beaten gold from the path of man
G.Mend-Ooyo "...why I love my homeland..."
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I shall remain, listening in sadness to our Mongolian melodies,
I shall awaken every morning to the sound of the horse-head fiddle.
I shall live around the stones, guarding the fire of the Mongol home,
I shall shine everywhere upon the hoof-drum steppe.
G Mend-Ooyo “All Shining moments-3”
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The world's sadness is hidden in the contours of song.
All that is everyday becomes amazing.
My ears are held by the nightingale's melody.
And the starry sky likewise holds my ears.
G.Mend-Ooyo "The nomadic pattern, or the melody of the pleiades"
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I will leave the sadness of time in my few poems,
and, when my descendents call, the white mists move in
Oh, those mists are my mists!
And my bright sorrow which moves away when the tail-wind blows.
G.Mend-Ooyo "White mists, bright melancholy"
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The hungry storm, dishevelled and exhausted, rises up.
A day and night of storms, we're used to them upon the plain.
The mount's mane is white like a standard,
And, tired, I gallop against the storm of years
G.Mend-Ooyo "Snowfall tumbles like white stallions"
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The nearby cliffs will nonetheless send back an echo you back as an unheard sound. Please believe that, somewhere, someone hears you. In being heard, you are heard across the centuries.
G.Mend-Ooyo "The nomadic pattern, or the melody of the pleiades"
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Харанхуй шөнийн бүдэг бадаг дотор л хамаг учир халхлагдаж аглаг хээрийн анир гүм дотор л хамаг аялгуу хадгалагдаж оршмуй. Эс үзэгдэгч зүг тийш, үл сонсогдох аялгуун жимээр одмуй.
Г.Мэнд-Ооёо “Нүүдэллэх тиг буюу мичдийн аялгуу”
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A nomad is coming . . . the living sacred images of childhood and the old folk together with the carts of the nomadic journey become clearer, the sacred epics that have become blurred over the course of time awaken, the blue birds of thought that entered the mind and were once forgotten, are now flying to me again.
G.Mend-Ooyo "My gentle lyric"
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I come together with a distant point in time, like the two ends of a single thread,in my mind I am talking with someone I have never met, and I sense that there is some reason why all things, dissimilar and at different times, are blessèd.
G.Mend-Ooyo "Altan Ovoo"
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Please love the wolf cub
for being a wolf.
Please move with a wolf`s mind
in this world of wolfish hearts.
Please don't trap the running horse.
G.Mend-Ooyo “Please don`t trap the running horse”
