From The Houses of Magic

Down from the houses of magic;

Down from the houses of magic,

Blow the winds and from my antlers,

And my ears they stronger gather.

Over there I ran trembling;

Over there I ran trembling,

For bows and arrows pursued me.

Many bows were on my trail.

I ran into the swamp confused.

There I heard the tadpoles singing.

I ran into the swamp confused,

Where the bark-clothed tadpoles sang.

In the west the dragonfly wanders, Skimming the surfaces of the pools. Touching only with his tail. He skims With flapping and rustling wings.

Thence I ran as the darkness gathers, Wearing cactus flowers in my hair. Thence I ran as the darkness gathers,

In fluttering darkness to the singing-place. At the time of the white dawning,

At the time of the white dawning,

I arose and went away,

At Blue Nightfall I went away.

The evening glow yet lingers;

The evening glow yet lingers,

And I sit with my gourd rattle Engaged in the sacred chant.

As I wave the eagle feathers

We hear the magic sounding.

The strong night is shaking me,

Just as once before he did

When in spirit I was taken

To the great magician’s house. Pitiable harlot though I am.

My heart glows with the singing While the evening yet is young.

My heart glows with the singing.

Now the swallow begins his singing. Now the swallow begins his singing. And the women who are with me, The poor women commence to sing. The swallows met in the standing cliff; The swallows met in the standing cliff; And the rainbows arched above me, There the blue rainbow-arches met. In the reddish glow of the nightfall,

In the reddish glow of the nightfall,

I return to my burrow

About with the flowers bloom.

With the four eagle feathers,

I stir the air. When I turn

My magic power is crossed.