Flute-Priest Song for Rain

Whistle under the water,
Make the water bubble to the tones of the flute.
I call the bluebird's song into the water:
Wee-kee! Wee-kee-kee!
Dawn is coming,
The morning star shines upon us.
Bluebird singing to the West clouds,

Bring the humming rain.

Water-rattles shake,
Flute whistles,

Star in Heaven shines.
I blow the oriole's song,
The yellow song of the North.
I call rain clouds with my rattles:
Wee-kee-kee, oriole.

Pattering rain.

To the South I blow my whistle,
To the red parrot of the South I call.
Send red lightning,
Under your wings
The forked lightning.
Thunder-rattles whirl
To the sky waters.

Fill the springs.

The water is moving.

Wait --

Whistle to the East

With a magpie voice:
Wee-kee! Wee-kee-kee!
Call the storm-clouds
That they come rushing.

Call the loud rain.

Why does it not come?
Who is bad?

Whose heart is evil?

Who has done wickedness?

I weep,

I rend my garments,

I grieve for the sin which is in this place.

My flute sobs with the voice of all birds in the water.
Even to the six directions I weep and despair.
Come, O winds, from the sides of the sky,
Open your bird-beaks that rain may fall down.
Drench our fields, our houses,

Fill the land

With tumult of rain.