Song of the Earth:
The Earth is beautiful
The Earth is beautiful
The Earth is beautiful.
Below the East, the Earth, its face toward East,
the top of its head is beautiful
The soles of its feet, they are beautiful
Its feet, they are beautiful
Its legs, they are beautiful
Its body, it is beautiful
Its chest, it is beautiful
Its breast, it is beautiful
Its head-feather, it is beautiful
The Earth is beautiful.
Below the West, the Sky, it is beautiful, its face toward West,
the top of its head is beautiful —
Below the East, the dawn, its face toward East,
the top of its head is beautiful—
Below the West, the afterglow of sundown, its face toward West,
the top of its head is beautiful—
Below the East, White Corn, its face toward East,
the top of its head is beautiful—
Below the South, Blue Corn, its face toward South,
the top of its head is beautiful—
Below the West, Yellow Corn, its face toward West,
the top of its head is beautiful—
Below the North, Varicolored Corn, its face toward North,
the top of its head is beautiful—
Below the East, Sahanahray, its face toward East,
the top of its head is beautiful—
Below the West, Bekayhozhon, its face toward West,
the top of its head is beautiful—
Below the East, corn-pollen, its face toward East,
the top of its head is beautiful—
Below the West, the corn-beetle, its face toward West,
the top of its head is beautiful—
The Earth is beautiful.
Song of the Sun and Moon:
The first man holds it in his hands
He holds the sun in his hands
In the center of the sky, he holds it in his hands
As he holds it in his hands, it starts upward.
The first woman holds it in her hands
She holds the moon in her hands
In the center of the sky, she holds it in her hands
As she holds it in her hands, it starts upward.
The first man holds it in his hands
He holds the sun in his hands
In the center of the sky, he holds it in his hands
As he holds it in his hands, it starts downward.
The first woman holds it in her hands
She holds the moon in her hands
In the center of the sky, she holds it in her hands
As she holds it in her hands, it starts downward.
Navajo Ceremonial Songs,
translated by Dr. Harry Hoijer
Also in the Honor Section
