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