Pale dawn crept above the horizon like a secret unveiling
The faint light cast the snowy mountains in violet shadows
And rising over a grassy mound, a rider came running
From the dimming shadows, the horse came galloping

Like ghosts from the fading night, they came swiftly
Never a hoof beat resounding on the crystal air
Never a vibration shaking the dewy ground
Not a sound was heard as the horse came galloping

The two were like a dream as they came running
Over the endless hills in both the dawning and the twilight
Towards the ends of the earth were they forever riding
With jet-black hair and midnight eyes, the horse came running

Golden light from the rising sun touched gently on silken hair
Hues of pale pink and purple lighted the horse’s powerful flanks
In revered silence, they flew assiduously in the dawning
With easy breath and unfailing strides, the horse came running

The rider’s hands delved deep into the flowing mane
As upon her ashen cheeks, tears like starlight lay sparkling
Towards the ends of the earth, they endlessly went galloping —
For the last time upon the ghostly horse, she went riding