Sa A Narai
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"The Path on the Rainbow", edited by George W. Cronyn, [1918],
Sa-a Nara
So I heard it commanded,
On the edge of the mesa,
By the sitter on the mesa,
In the season of falling leaves:
Count thou, my son, the lights on South Star Trail;
Sa-a Nara
Trust not time nor strength--they are twin liars;
Sa-a Nara
On track of birth-dance the mourners wail--
p. 194
\"Sa-a Nara"
The Tribe moves on--count thou the fires.
Sa-a Nara
Beads, a few in falling rain; grains in desert sand;
Sa-a Nara
The door of night swings wide--it will not close.
Sa-a Nara
Still room for beads, dying hills for land;
Sa-a Nara
The door is open--the Soul Trail glows.
Sa-a Nara
I counted my sheep but not the bones;
Sa-a Nara
A woman vows and goes her way;
Sa-a Nara
Dust-wedded wealth--the desert owns--
Sa-a Nara
Tomorrow smiles, while sad is yesterday.
Sa-a Nara
Feast on wit and beauty--pendants of bone--
Sa-a Nara
The eye-strings tie two souls today.
Sa-a Nara
Fill the earthen bowl--fill jar of stone--
Sa-a Nara
Youth blooms fresh--spring has not gone;
Sa-a Nara
Winter gathers, gathers fruit of spring shower;
Sa-a Nara
The frost-chain shakes--a soul moves on.
Sa-a Nara
I saw a cripple, I saw a thief.
Sa-a Nara
Go, hoe your corn with shoulder-blade of deer.
Sa-a Nara
Where blows a wind, there stirs a leaf;
p. 195
\"Sa-a Nara"
A bone enghosts a hoe--greed your spear.
Sa-a Nara
If Red Moccasin moans, who knows the way?
Sa-a Nara
I am ashamed before that standing within me--
Sa-a Nara
The spirit upward flies--it will not stay;
Sa-a Nara
Follow soon, thou must, the Voice within thee.
Sa-a Narai
Shagwakwa laughs--in black night sings--
Sa-a Nara
Give me my mother's bones--unto me, dreams!
Sa-a Nara
A puff to the gods whither blue smoke wings--
Sa-a Nara
Smoke now with me--soon the yellow line gleams.
Sa-a Nara
Eat thy mother's flesh--she is the corn:
Sa-a Nara
Is there a stranger who is not thy brother?
Sa-a Nara
The One Above sung life--lo, love was born!
Sa-a Nara
Hast shared the gift of thy first mother?
Sa-a Nara
A little puff--a little kernel--
Sa-a Nara
The Tribe moves on--it will not stay.
Sa-a Nara
A little play by the trail eternal--
Sa-a Nara
A little puff--lo, the South Star Way
So I heard it chanted.
p. 196
On The War-path
Hey--ye!
Hey!
Hey--now go, gather, gather living arrows, gather!
Stand ye in the white dawn--
Crouch, spring, run!
Hey now, plume feather, feather--eagle flying feather--
Strike ye in the red dawn!
Crouch, spring, run!
Hey, now pray power of storm!
Hey, now pray lightning's bolt!
Hey, now pray power of flint!
Hey, now pray weather, weather--war-like stormy weather!
Slay ye in the yellow dawn--
Crouch, spring, run!
Hey, now go, gather, gather, bleeding bonnets gather--huh!
"The Path on the Rainbow", edited by George W. Cronyn, [1918],
Sa-a Nara
So I heard it commanded,
On the edge of the mesa,
By the sitter on the mesa,
In the season of falling leaves:
Count thou, my son, the lights on South Star Trail;
Sa-a Nara
Trust not time nor strength--they are twin liars;
Sa-a Nara
On track of birth-dance the mourners wail--
p. 194
\"Sa-a Nara"
The Tribe moves on--count thou the fires.
Sa-a Nara
Beads, a few in falling rain; grains in desert sand;
Sa-a Nara
The door of night swings wide--it will not close.
Sa-a Nara
Still room for beads, dying hills for land;
Sa-a Nara
The door is open--the Soul Trail glows.
Sa-a Nara
I counted my sheep but not the bones;
Sa-a Nara
A woman vows and goes her way;
Sa-a Nara
Dust-wedded wealth--the desert owns--
Sa-a Nara
Tomorrow smiles, while sad is yesterday.
Sa-a Nara
Feast on wit and beauty--pendants of bone--
Sa-a Nara
The eye-strings tie two souls today.
Sa-a Nara
Fill the earthen bowl--fill jar of stone--
Sa-a Nara
Youth blooms fresh--spring has not gone;
Sa-a Nara
Winter gathers, gathers fruit of spring shower;
Sa-a Nara
The frost-chain shakes--a soul moves on.
Sa-a Nara
I saw a cripple, I saw a thief.
Sa-a Nara
Go, hoe your corn with shoulder-blade of deer.
Sa-a Nara
Where blows a wind, there stirs a leaf;
p. 195
\"Sa-a Nara"
A bone enghosts a hoe--greed your spear.
Sa-a Nara
If Red Moccasin moans, who knows the way?
Sa-a Nara
I am ashamed before that standing within me--
Sa-a Nara
The spirit upward flies--it will not stay;
Sa-a Nara
Follow soon, thou must, the Voice within thee.
Sa-a Narai
Shagwakwa laughs--in black night sings--
Sa-a Nara
Give me my mother's bones--unto me, dreams!
Sa-a Nara
A puff to the gods whither blue smoke wings--
Sa-a Nara
Smoke now with me--soon the yellow line gleams.
Sa-a Nara
Eat thy mother's flesh--she is the corn:
Sa-a Nara
Is there a stranger who is not thy brother?
Sa-a Nara
The One Above sung life--lo, love was born!
Sa-a Nara
Hast shared the gift of thy first mother?
Sa-a Nara
A little puff--a little kernel--
Sa-a Nara
The Tribe moves on--it will not stay.
Sa-a Nara
A little play by the trail eternal--
Sa-a Nara
A little puff--lo, the South Star Way
So I heard it chanted.
p. 196
On The War-path
Hey--ye!
Hey!
Hey--now go, gather, gather living arrows, gather!
Stand ye in the white dawn--
Crouch, spring, run!
Hey now, plume feather, feather--eagle flying feather--
Strike ye in the red dawn!
Crouch, spring, run!
Hey, now pray power of storm!
Hey, now pray lightning's bolt!
Hey, now pray power of flint!
Hey, now pray weather, weather--war-like stormy weather!
Slay ye in the yellow dawn--
Crouch, spring, run!
Hey, now go, gather, gather, bleeding bonnets gather--huh!
