The Argali springs and flies in the mountains
Her fondness melts me languidly
Honorable lady
Compassionate and lovely
The birds sing and tweet in the blue sky
They are happy and joyful in their souls
Honorable lady
Compassionate and mesmerizing
With the precious words of your forefathers
With the milk blessed road of your mother’s, the true path
With the power of love for your motherland
Have a fighter spirit in your body, be steady
As if you were a sword with a sharp blade
As if you were an arrow ready to shoot, spring and fly, ride and rise
Disclaimer: All views expressed in this post are solely my own and do not represent any official or institutional position. I categorically reject all forms of racism, or discrimination. Any critique is directed solely at political ideologies and state policies—not at ethnic, religious, or cultural identities. Content and images are used only for symbolic or reflective purposes.