Your presence fills the home of my father with golden rays
And enriches the smile of my beloved father.
Your absence dries up the lake of our religion, politics and economics.
Without you, father’s soul becomes a dark hole and mother’s love pale.
Why have the spoken and written language of a nationality standing on the top of the world fallen into the abyss?
The lifeforce of my nationality is about to end.
The secret of my history is about to shatter.
The source of my good fortune is under threat.
Thinking of these makes me cry.
Talking about these brings unbearable pain into the depths of my bones.
Why now do I have to reluctantly swallow my grief and hide my tears?
And why can I not stretch my body and mind freely to enjoy your blessing and knowledge?
Oh, the people of snowland, the soulforce of our spoken and written language!
