American Indian love lyrics, and other verse, from the songs of the North American Indians
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American Indian love lyrics, and other verse, from the songs of the North American Indians
Indians of North America -- Poetry
In _Tseʿgíhigi_ (oh you who dwell!)
In the house made of the dawn,
In the house made of the evening twilight,
In the house made of the dark cloud,
In the house made of the he-rain,
In the house made of the dark mist,
In the house made of she-rain,
In the house made of pollen,
In the house made of grasshoppers,
Where the dark mist curtains the doorway,
The path to which is on the rainbow,
Where the zigzag lightning stands high on top,
Where the he-rain stands high on top,
Oh, male divinity!
With your moccasins of dark cloud, come to us.
With your leggings of dark cloud, come to us.
With your shirt of dark cloud, come to us.
With your head-dress of dark cloud, come to us.
With your mind enveloped in dark cloud, come to us.
With the dark thunder above you, come to us soaring.
With the shapen cloud at your feet, come to us soaring.
With the far darkness made of the dark cloud over your head, come to us
soaring.
With the far darkness made of the he-rain over your head, come to us
soaring.
With the far darkness made of the dark mist over your head, come to us
soaring.
With the far darkness made of the she-rain over your head, come to us
soaring.
With the zigzag lightning flung out on high over your head, come to us
soaring.
With the rainbow hanging high over your head, come to us soaring.
With the far darkness made of the dark cloud on the ends of your wings,
come to us soaring.
With the far darkness made of the he-rain on the ends of your wings,
come to us soaring.
With the far darkness made of the dark mist on the ends of your wings,
come to us soaring.
With the far darkness made of the she-rain on the ends of your wings,
come to us soaring.
With the zigzag lightning flung out on high on the ends of your wings,
come to us soaring.
With the rainbow hanging high on the ends of your wings, come to us
soaring.
With the near darkness made of the dark cloud, of the he-rain, of the
dark mist, and of the she-rain, come to us.
With the darkness on the earth, come to us.
With these I wish the foam floating on the flowing water over the
roots of the great corn.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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