Poem of the Kalmyk poet, David Kugultinov:

When in the steppe I stand alone
With far horizons clear to view,
Ambrosia on the breezes blown
And skies above me, crystal blue,
I sense my own true human height
And in eternity delight.

The obstacles to all my dreams
Now shrink, appear absurd, inept,
And nothing either is or seems
Except myself, these birds, these steppe.
What joy it is to feel all round
Wide open space that knows no bound!