With our nyñnyirsa we went down;
With our nyñnyirsa we went down,
Wearing Yoku feathers in our head-dresses.
This is the white land; we arrive singing,
Head-dresses waving in the breeze.
We have come! We have come!
The land trembles with our dancing and singing.
On these black mountains all are singing.
Head-dresses waving, head-dresses waving.
We all rejoice! We all rejoice!