This many are the days
Since our moon mother,
Yonder in the west
Appeared still small.
When she became fully grown
Seeking yonder along the river courses
The ones who are our mothers,
Female willow,
Four times cutting the straight young shoots,
To my house
I brought my road.
This day,
With my warm human hands
I took hold of them.
I gave my offerings human form.
With the striped cloud tail
Of the one who is my grandmother,
With the striped cloud wings
And massed cloud tails
Of all the birds of summer,
With these four times I gave my offerings human form.
With the flesh of the one who is my mother,
Cotton woman,
Even a poorly made cotton thread,
Four times encircling them and tying it about their bodies,
I gave the offerings human form
With the flesh of the one who is our mother,
Four times covering them with flesh,
I gave my offerings human form.
In a short time the offerings were ready.
Taking the offerings,
I made my road go forth.
Yonder with prayers
We took our road.
Thinking, “Let it be here,”
Our earth mother
We passed upon her road.
There on your earth mother,
There where you are waiting your offerings
We have passed you on your roads.
There where you are all gathered together in beauty
Now that you are to receive your offerings,
You are gathered together.
This day I give you offerings.
By means of your supernatural wisdom
You will clothe yourself with the offerings.
Wherever you abide permanently,
At the place of the first beginning,
Touching one another with your offerings,
You will bend down to talk together.
From where you abide permanently,
Your little wind-blown cloud,
Your thin wisps of cloud,
Your hanging stripes of cloud,
Your massed up clouds, replete with living waters,
You will send forth to stay with us.
They will come out standing on all sides.
With your fine rain caressing the earth,
With your weapons, the lightning,
With your rumbling thunder,
Your great crashes of thunder,
With your fine rain caressing the earth,
Your heavy rain caressing the earth,
With your great pile of waters here
With these You will pass us on our roads.
In order that you may come to us thus
I have given you offerings. My mothers,
When you have taken your offerings,
With your waters,
Your seeds,
Your riches,
Your power,
Your strong spirit,
Will all your good fortune whereof you are possessed,
Me you will bless.
This day, my mothers,
I have given you offerings.
The source of our water of life.
The source of our flesh,
Flesh of the white corn
I give to you.
Taking your offerings,
With your waters,
Your seeds,
Your riches,
Your long life,
Your old age,
With all your good fortune
You will bless us.
This is all.
