In the half-dark of a winter’s night,
Your breath clouds around a coat of crystalline white.
On pads of midnight, you flow across our land, whispering into the fading light.
Big white, Dabai, we call you, god of winter, a symbol of right.
Your teeth of ivory laid bare showing forth from terrible heights.
In our homes of snow and ice, we whisper your name,
Please, bring us your might.