Now, Offspring of the Water, among men am I. Now among the alien gods with weapons of magic am I. Rubbed with the water of the summits, Now among the alien gods with weapons of magic am I. Now upon the beautiful trail of old age, Now among the alien gods with weapons of magic am I. III Now, Lightning of the Thunder, among men am I. Now among the alien gods with weapons of magic am I. Rubbed with the summit of the sky, Now among the alien gods with weapons of magic am I. Now upon the beautiful trail of old age, Now among the alien gods with weapons of magic am I. IV Now, _Altsodoniglehi_, among men am I. Now among the alien gods with weapons of magic am I. Rubbed with the summits of the earth, Now among the alien gods with weapons of magic am I. Now upon the beautiful trail of old age, Now among the alien gods with weapons of magic am I. SONG OF NAYENEZGANI I (_Navaho_) I The Slayer of the Alien Gods, That now am I. The Bearer of the Sun Arises with me, Journeys with me, Goes down with me, Abides with me; But sees me not. II Child of the Water That now am I. The Bearer of the Moon Arises with me, Journeys with me, Goes down with me, Abides with me; But sees me not. SONG OF NAYENEZGANI II (_Navaho_) I I am the Slayer of the Alien Gods Where’er I roam Before me Forests white are strewn around. The lightning scatters; But ’tis I who cause it. II I am the Child of the Water. Where’er I roam Behind me Waters white are strewn around. The tempest scatters; But ’tis I who cause it. SONG OF THE HORSE (_Navaho_) How joyous his neigh! Lo, the Turquoise Horse of Johano-ai, How joyous his neigh! There on precious hides outspread standeth he; How joyous his neigh, There on tips of fair fresh flowers feedeth he; How joyous his neigh, There of mingled waters holy drinketh he; How joyous his neigh, There he spurneth dust of glittering grains; How joyous his neigh, There in mist of sacred pollen hidden, all hidden he; How joyous his neigh, There his offspring many grow and thrive for evermore: How joyous his neigh! SONG OF THE HOGANS (_Navaho_) Lo, yonder the hogan, The hogan blessed! There beneath the sunrise Standeth the hogan, The hogan blessed. Of _Hastyeyalti-ye_ The hogan, The hogan blessed. Built of dawn’s first light Standeth his hogan, The hogan blessed. Built of fair white corn Standeth his hogan, The hogan blessed. Built of broidered robes and hides Standeth his hogan, The hogan blessed. Built of mixed All-Waters pure Standeth his hogan, The hogan blessed. Built of holy pollen Standeth his hogan, The hogan blessed.