Sun, you made me black
And original
At this festival,
When you are dying
Turn me not dark
As death does.

Sun, you raise dusts,
Let it kill not my sight
For I know you shine bright.

Sun, dry not any river
My heart feels thirsty so does liver.
You dancing widows
Close the door and windows,
Death went with your husbands not long ago
And still waiting for you too.

Sun, bathe my bow
When I travel with poor death
Encircle yourself with rainbow
But let moon be clothed dark
Just as I am dark.