The poem describes Mongolia as the native land between the Altai and Khangai mountains where ancestors are buried. It refers to Mongolia's history as the land of the Hsiung-nu and the Blue Mongols and says the country has become more familiar with each passing year. The poem expresses pride in Mongolia, saying any who invade will perish and calls for building a democratic state on the land to march toward a brave new future.
The poem describes Mongolia as the native land between the Altai and Khangai mountains where ancestors are buried. It refers to Mongolia's history as the land of the Hsiung-nu and the Blue Mongols and says the country has become more familiar with each passing year. The poem expresses pride in Mongolia, saying any who invade will perish and calls for building a democratic state on the land to march toward a brave new future.
The poem describes Mongolia as the native land between the Altai and Khangai mountains where ancestors are buried. It refers to Mongolia's history as the land of the Hsiung-nu and the Blue Mongols and says the country has become more familiar with each passing year. The poem expresses pride in Mongolia, saying any who invade will perish and calls for building a democratic state on the land to march toward a brave new future.
The poem describes Mongolia as the native land between the Altai and Khangai mountains where ancestors are buried. It refers to Mongolia's history as the land of the Hsiung-nu and the Blue Mongols and says the country has become more familiar with each passing year. The poem expresses pride in Mongolia, saying any who invade will perish and calls for building a democratic state on the land to march toward a brave new future.
The fertile virgin-lands between Altai and Khangai
Lands of our eternal destiny where ancestors lie Land grown mellow under the golden rays of the sun Land grown eternal under the silver moon.
This is my native land
Mongolia the beautiful!
Home land of our ancestors since the day of the Hsiung-nu
Land of great might in the days of the Blue Mongols Land we become more accustomed with every passing year Land where now the crimson flags flutter
This is my native land
Mongolia the beautiful!
Beloved country of us all who were born and die here
The enemy who dares invade our soil shall perish Let us build our democratic (revolutionary) state on the land ordained Then let march head high toward the brave future new world.