I was a dazzling wind,
I was a flight of the arrow,
I tracked the prints of elk
Amidst the towering trees.
Remember that none but seven
Have stepped out of her home,
Of one, who brings the rain.
The oak branches guard us,
Hazel will be our judge.
Cattails’ blood on the sand:
This is a great arcanum.
Who remembers us?
One, who comes in silence,
And she, who brings in the rain.
Only in darkness shines light,
Only in silence words heard.
Look at the glittering wings:
Goshawk glides in the sky.
I know the name of a star;
I will become a word of the answer
To one, who brings in the rain.