They don't need their own place
Here for one day, and then - further,
It's enough to be together for them,
Together all the night.
Chariots are rushing after them,
But what does our bread mean for them?
Here is always the Royal morning,
Here it is, don't you see?
They don't need another books,
Silk of their hands and language of their bodies
Let's pray for them,
Let them pray for us.