Aavdaa bi hairtai (I love my father)

By Kh.Chilaajav, Mongolian Poet

My father likes the soft drizzle of autumn rain

He loves the going birds carrying away his years

He ages but loves me since I'll stay in this world

I love my father who distances every day

The yellow sun above keeps moving far away

The grass that now was green has suddenly dried up

The distant road is dim just like my father's gaze

Alas, do you seek something from me, autumn time?

My father who one autumn was as young as me

Through turn of days mundane has been worn down and aged

The yellow autumns that revolve around the world

With each departure left lines on my father's head