A Song of the Masked Dancers III (Apache)
The living sky black-spotted;
The living sky blue-spotted;
The living sky yellow-spotted;
The living sky white-spotted;
The young spruce as girls stood up for their dance in the way of life.
When my songs first were, they made my songs with words of jet.
Earth when it was made,
Sky when it was made,
Earth to the end,
Sky to the end,
Black gans, black thunder, when they came toward each other,
The various bad things that used to be vanished;
The bad wishes which were in the world vanished.
The lightning of the black thunder struck four times for them.
It struck four times for me.