1. Yellow like the tips of high dunes are their throats
Standing atop chairs of amber

2. Clad in garments from the radiant sun
They shone in the darkness with their yellow robes

3. Brides the gloom adorns for their passing
And they come alive with tears of pearl

4. When they bowed their necks in the gloom's content
It borrowed their light, the robe of dawn

5. They weep in their bosoms with their bodies
So their tears forever flow like their forms

6. The light of a worker in their life covers them
As days pass in the palace of life