נפתלי פרימור, שירתי

At the base of Mount Tavan Bogd in Altai
A dense fog covers its heights
Its mighty foundation is clearly seen
It rests on poetry
Nomads of the steppe
Epic poets of many dialects
Are calling for a ride of poems
On the wings of poetry
The Mongols fly across places and eras
Camel's caravans carry books of poems
To the footsteps of Altai
Which gets higher every year.