Ballad about a colt running back to its parents birthplace. (Nostalgia)

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Oh, a poor light chestnut orphan colt tramped through the rolling hills and without an enthusiasm started jogging down. After its mother’s death he was in great bereavement. In front of him a swallow traced a circle in the air. This lovely animal, very gullible, was unaware of his direction but a kind of instinct was leading him to somewhere. He lost his mother. The parching sun scorched his body. The invisible dust garnered in the coat on his wiry back. The flies swarmed on his eyes and face. They were a nuisance.
This lovely colt fell into a dust arose by him. He was thirsty for water and came near the harem of mares and horses which bunched together in sweltering hot day in the pond. At the start he cringed back in fear and clung to each light chestnut pony. Each pony did not treat him in a friendly manner by laying down their ears. The colt was in fear and stood aloof. But a black cryptochid colt of three years drove him away by menacing to bite.

The colt started jogging alone. He did not know his destination. But a kind of instinct was leading him. The colt was covered with dust and washed with rain. His hoofs pounded on the pebbled lane and his mane was blown in the wind.
Only the swallow knew that his legs became strong and his body blossomed out.
Whenever the colt went there were swallows. They were in front or behind him. These winged creatures did not let him to leave alone. They touched on his mane and tail and flew through his legs, over his back and under his belly. Nobody understood why they were with him wherever he was or whether it was a good omen?

This orphan colt kept on jogging aloof. The colt saw a harem. He was in fear to be near them. A stallion or cryptochid colts of three years old menaced him to bite. He was apart from them and went farther.
In a such manner the orphan colt tramped through rolling hills where were many harems and their owner’s ghers and headed straight north which was attractive.

He trod on the variegated flowers under the parched dust and trampled the yellow leaves of autumn down. Soon it snowed. The feathery snow crunched under his feet. The poor colt saw a sight of few horses which were at a far pasture.
The colt suddenly neighed and galloped with whistling wind like flute cheers and whisked his tail. Why he cheered up as soon as he had seen this harem which was unknown to him. The colt came to them. They did not menace him to bite. His inside was chilly and his looks were fascinating. This harem was browsing in the glen among the five hills of plain.
A horse-herd reined up his horse by rising a cloud of dust and saw the light chestnut orphan colt. He looked at him in amazement as if this petty colt landed down from heaven. The horse-herd hazarded a guess that this colt was fathered by sorrel stallion and came down from the light chestnut mare which was sold. He thought that it is incredible that a colt came back to his mother’s companions even though he was born apart from them. The horse-herd was uncertain about this mystery. He did not solve riddle. He did know whether it is presentiment or fancy.
The horse-herd drove his harem with a fresh comer. At a full speed this fresh comer galloped with all four feet off the ground. Two swallows circled over the withers of the colt.
Translated from Mongolian into English by
    Nymjavyn Dorjgotov