Huitenshil, my childhood paradise
Scenery of white yurts, blue smoke
An elegant horse
And now, you are my Paradise Lost.
Your sheep wheezing in the fence.
I saw moonlight
on your haystacks.
Huitenshil, your sweet-smelling grasses,
taller than the sheep of autumn.
The wind blows,
the goshawk volley wings
in the air.
And over there
light as cream
drapes an ovoo*
*Ovoo (a Mongolian word), an ovoo (heap) is a sacred cairn found in Mongolian shamanic religious traditions, usually made from rocks with wood or from wood. Ovoos are often found at the top of mountains and in high places, like mountain passes.