As Sól rises in her chariot high in the sky, so too fame
Of your name, as rays bath earthen fields that yield
Lilies white, so bright, and you give beauty for ashes
In flashes of color-splendor unknown, and we are healed;
Healed of pain, no more insane in hell’s black train…
And we are free to see beauty from ashes in splendid jubilee!
In lightening splashes of wonder you give beauty to ashes,
Raise poor from dung, downtrodden from lowest rung,
And your name is sung, as on we ride in royal pride;
We belong now ~ somewhere ~ for here your fame does abide;
Sélená, who wraps with soul-sashes, bringing beauty from ashes.
And we are free to see this beauty from ashes in splendid jubilee!