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I hope you are well, my dear Tuvan people!
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My ancestors, aunts, sisters-in-law,
brothers-in-law, sisters and brothers!
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I salute you all from the bright riverbank
of the great sleepless river Yenisey,
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from the center of Asia,
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from the foothill of wide
and great Sayan Tandy mountains.
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What is the day tomorrow?
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Tomorrow is the dear and proud day
of our Tuvan language,
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our mother tongue.
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So for everyone who can igneously
exclaim "I am a Tuvan"
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and is anxious about their mother tongue
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I would like to recite here
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poet Anton Üyerzhaa
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who said that melody of a forest,
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noise of a creek,
roar of a roe deer with a child,
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whisper of midgrass,
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moan of the wind,
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rumbling of a land slipping
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would sound as if speaking Tuvan.
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All the languages are equal for me,
I respect every one of them.
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Nevertheless my mother tongue,
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a sacred spectre of mine was revealed
to me by my mother when I was two.
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My mother tongue
resembling jaw harp is so strong.
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Like boundless blue skies,
our whole language will remain eternal.
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So I present you all marvelous phonation
of my Tuvan language
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as beautiful as soung of a shoor
(Tuvan fistula)
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from the very center of Asia.
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And I am gladsome
for having presented it to you
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in poetry with my humble throat and voice.
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Possessing such a beautiful clean air,
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sweet breeze, high taiga, spring waters,
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Ene-Say (Yenisey) flowing
for hundreds of years…
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... people of mother river,
father river, great river -
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if you don't live in a great,
high-minded manner, then who will?
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If we don't speak our beautiful language
that sounds like a shoor, then who will?
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To my Tuvans of Ene-Say great river
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living in hold of wide high
Sayan-Tandy mountains,
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I wish you great happiness,
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fine blessing, white spirits
of the sea of learning!
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Like boundless blue skies,
my Tuvan language will stay eternal.
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Thank you!
