BITNZEL] 



PRAYERS OF THE WAR CULT 



685 



55 Made their roads enter. 



Yonder from all sides, 



Those who are our fathers, 



All the water bringing birds, 



Pekwins, priests,^- 

 60 Made their roads come forth. 



They made their roads come 

 hither. 



With his hand, 



With his heart 



His fathers' cloud house he fash- 

 ioned,^^ 



Their mist blanket he spread out, 

 65 Their life-giving road he sent 

 forth. 



Their perfect spring he prepared; 



Then our two fathers, 



Those who hold the high places, 



With their house chiefs,^* 

 70 Their pekwins, 



Holding all their sacred things 



Sitting down quietly 



Throughout a blessed day. 



With us, their children, they came 

 to evening. 

 75 When tlie one who is our sun father 



Had gone in to sit down at his 

 sacred place. 



And our night fathers. 



Our night mothers, 

 80 Night priests. 



Slowly rising to their sacred place. 



Had passed us on our roads. 

 We passed you on your road. 

 85 You, Navaho priests,^' have died. 

 Truly during your lives 

 You dealt falsely, 

 Although that was your nature in 

 life, 



55 o'neata kwa'toEapa 

 la'lhok" le'si tekwi 

 lion a''atc ilapona 

 kiicima wo''we pe'kwi' a''ciwairi 



o'neala kwai"ileKana 

 60 o'neal i'kana 



yam a'sin a'ka 



yam i'^e'nan a'kii 



}-am a''tatc'on a"'wan a'weluyan 



Eii'kwe ya''kana 

 ci'pololon pewuna 



65 o'naya-'nalf' o'nealan a''6ana 



Ea'nakweman ya-'na ye'lete'una 



hon a''tcia tatc i'lapa 



te'alan i'lon a"'tci 



yam kii'wa'mosi 

 70 yam pe'kwi-we 



yam e'leteli'we a-'wili 



a"tc I'me-la'Euna 



yii'ton Eo'kci 



hon tca'wilapa su"'nhaEanapl{a 



75 lion ya'tokii tatc i'lapona 

 yam le'lacinakwi 

 i-'muna kwa'toEapa 

 hon le'liajf' a-'tate i'lapona 

 hon fe'tiak' a-'tsit i'lapona 



SO te'lialj' a*'ciwanu 

 yam l^e'lacinakwi 

 kj'w i''luwakna ye"'makna 

 hon a''wona-e'latena-waj5a 

 to"na Ion a-'wona-e'latenaplfa 



85 ton pa'tcu ci'wan-i ya'ce-naplja 

 lfe*'stce't teEohanana 

 kwa'hol yo'seEana^fa 

 Ion a*'ho' a''teEa'ente 



s* There is only one pekwin, but he is the representative or human counterpart of aU the summer birds. 

 The translation is unavoidably awkward. 

 53 The meal painting on the altar. 

 3* ^'fiE'wa'mosi, the first priesthood of the hierarchy. 

 3* The inmates of the scalp house. 



