The Yellow Trotter
In the middle of the yellow steppe,
We rest underneath a lone birch tree,
The cool wind brings the aroma of juniper,
I’am a traveler, and my spirit is joyful,
An orphan who herded sheep on lands belonging to a certain feudal lord (noyon) had nothing except Chiraa-Khoor, his beautiful, strong and fast horse.
The noyon grew jealous of the horse and wanted to take it away. The orphan herder fled to others lands, and in this song, describes his journey. He began in the upper regions of the Khemchik River, in Bai-Taiga, and fled towards Tandi. As he travels along, he gives his own poetic names to the natural sights along the way.