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[atyantavasin]

I left the steppes for
mountains and did not
breathe well. To the steppes
returning, my vesture did not fit.

An old fox watched me from
the plain; I passed again and found
his body. Beneath the stars, I knelt

and prayed, "Return to me
with profound teaching."

Many changes, in my absence,
and along the southern way;
even so, the sky was with me,

my father is with me.

One night I dreamt of a distant lake,
whose eastern shore, going home,
I had seen: southwest along the Kirenga;
northeast of Otgon Tenger.

At first, only water - blue-black as
the heavens that hour - but the moment
my foot touched the surface, appeared

a broad shore, great mountains beyond.

Many changes, in my absence,
and along the northern way;
even so, the ground was with me,

my mother is with me.

I rose, at once, from the dream and set
out for the sacred lake; many years had
it been since i journeyed so many days
from my yurt.

I glimpsed an old fox, gray as the ground;
saw, next, an old man, attired in the sky:

met, our minds, in view of the ancient lake;
met Perfection, in view of the present.

- 'Dream-path to Baikal'