La caccia al bisonte [English translation]

The bison hunt ends.

The wind that is missing ends, my son.

It is time for me to recall long fables that are good for your children—

in the evening, around the fire, together again—

and from the hill that guards the south because, from there,

the smoke of the city could rise.

As far as you can see, you can hunt—

but not a day's journey further.

Respect the white man when you meet him on the same road—

but don't fear him and never trust him.

Teach your people the paths of courage, along with piety.

Do not stop until your heart cannot go on.

And, with us, the evening hour is sweet—

and the wise man never flees from it.

I see new hunting, new pastures, and new wars for freedom.

Eternity does not end with me—

but rather on the smile of the warrior when he leaves what he loved here,

knowing that it is right that this is how it ended.

The bison hunt ends.

The breath that is missing ends, my son.

It is time for me to recall long fables that are good for your children—

in the evening, around the fire, together again—

and from the hill that guards the south because, from there,

the smoke of the city could rise.