Legends of Tengri

Lightning flashes in space
forgotten times.
And the howl of the Eurasian wolf
from all sides.

And the world is sanctified by the deer,
flying over the edge of the earth.
And again, like a tribute to the universe,
my songs are born.

And they shine as if for the first time
when a thunderstorm comes
oriental dark evil
my dear heaven.

And warmed by the formidable tenderness,
I pray to the forgotten gods.
And in a word, like a twig of light,
trying to burn incense.

And a woman is a priestess of eternity
comes to my aid,
and the look of the Eurasian wolf
blazing like a star in the gloom.

Bair Dugarov