I sprinkle libations on the black banner,
Among the crowd, the drum in black
Shall be the signal of our attack.
Cut the Manchu like a gate,
Rush in as a pincer, celebrate.
I give offering to the tall standard,
Pound the drum among the gathered;
At that signal, without tarry,
Impale the enemy and make merry.
from: The Letter of Betrayal
Byambyn Rinchen [Rinchen Bimbayev] (1905 – 1977) Mongolia
Translated by Narantsogt “Natso” Baatarkhuu
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