ABSTRACT

My joy in the two principles, of state and church, beneficent in every way, Alas for my great fame as Universal Khagan, When I rose up and went up the heights, how beautifully misty, When I went out north and south to look, how lovely and splendid, When I dwelt there, winter and summer, nothing vexed me, My precious Daidu, built by the mighty Wise Khagan,3

My great Daidu, where my predecessors were happy to dwell, My royal ministers, whom I brought together, All my people My mistake, that I paid no attention to Ilakhu the

Chingsang4, who spoke with understanding, My stupidity, in that I gave credit to the treacherous Jüge Noyan,5

My wise Togtaga Tayishi whom I killed in error,6

My sin in expelling and sending away my precious high lama,7

Alas for my name of Khagan of All, Alas for my great pleasance, where I enjoyed myself. My city of Daidu, filled with the blessings established in every fashion by the Wise Incarnated Khagan, This has been taken from me by the Chinese Jüge Noyan. I am left with the miserable name of Togon Temür.’8