I was prosperous when I had my mom with me….

As broken pieces of a stone are never applied again

                            I pledge the truth

    I  plead my true words kneading with my teardrops

If once bid farep, one never meets again from beyond the death

                            I pledge the truth

I plead my true words tying with my breath

I was prosperous when  I had my mom with me

        As coming to my mom crying aloud 

              To have my  tears wiped away

               All the stars shined in my eyes

As my mom come to smiling so gleaming

  All the rays of sun poured down  only on me

  I was prosperous when  I had my mom with me

 

I used to run back and forth around my mom

   Who’s carrying basket and collecting dung

The sand on the slopes of hills crumbled with gold

 The mirage of the steppe,wavy and faint ,used to tangle with my deel   

        And licking my feet ,hare –like and dried

  I was prosperous when  I had my mom with me

 

    I used to play in the arms of a living goddess

              Whose vein pulsated and giving warmth

                  I used to sleep in a cover of milk

                  When it was soul-freezing dark

I was rich when I had my mom with me…

   As the mountain peaks never meet

                   I pledge the truth

                 I plead burning my cells

  As the flowing water never flows aback

                   I pledge the truth

                  I plead boiling my blood

I became beggar since my mom went to heaven                      

            But …. 

I’m a beggar to ask only for death but nothing else

                    I was rich when I had my mom with me

          

                                                                       Poet  LHAGVSUREN .. Bavuu.