✦ The red sun rises over eastern plain,
✦ A horse’s mane ignites with golden flame.
✦ He stamps the earth — a thunder of new birth,
✦ And springs toward the sky to bless the year.
✦ Lungta, lungta — prayer flags in the breeze,
✦ Carry our wishes through the apricot trees.
✦ Swift as the horse, may good fortune run,
✦ Under the waxing of the springtime sun.
✦ Silver hooves on frosted grass,
✦ The lunar steed lets seasons pass.
✦ He drinks the stream of winter snow,
✦ And wakes the seeds where none could grow.
✦ O filly with the chestnut eyes,
✦ Your gallop stirs the lullabies.
✦ The orchards blossom at your pace,
✦ Spring’s tender grass, your gentle grace.
✦ He whispers to the grazing mare,
✦ “Another year, a lighter care.
✦ Your foal will run where rivers bend,
✦ And bring us fortune without end.”
✦ From distant hills a lonely neigh,
✦ Calls the new year to come this way.
✦ The stars align, the frost retreats,
✦ Hope gallops in on silver feet.