Gedichten

You see, I am alive.
You see, I am alive.
You see, I stand in good relation to the earth.
You see, I stand in good relation to the gods.
You see, I stand in good relation to all that is beautiful.
You see, I stand in good relation to you.
You see, I am alive, I am alive.


Pleasant it looked,
This newly created world.
Along the entire length and breadth,
Of the earth, our grandmother,
Extended the green reflection,
Of her covering,
And the escaping odors,
Were pleasant to inhale.


Winnebago


I shall vanish and be no more,
But the land over wich I now roam,
Shall remain,
And change not.


Omaha


The lands around my dwelling,
Are more beautiful,
From the day,
When it is given me to see,
Faces I have never seen before.
All is more beautiful,
All is more beautiful,
And life is thankfulness.
These guests of mine,
Make my house grand.


Eskimo


Do you see me!....
Do you all help me!
My words are tied in one,
With the great mountains,
With the great rocks,
With the great trees,
In one with my body,
And my heart.
Do you all help me,
With supernatural power,
And you, day,
And you, night!
All of you see me,
One with this world!


Yokuts


In the house of long life,
there I wander.
In the house of happiness,
there I wander.
Beauty before me,
with it I wander.
Beauty behind me,
with it I wander.
Beauty below me,
with it I wander.
Beauty above me,
with it I wander.
Beauty all around me,
with it I wander.
In old age traveling,
with it I wander.
On the beautiful trail I am,
with it I wander.


Navajo


In Tse”gihi.
In the house made of the dawn,
In the house made of the evening twilight,
In the house made of the dark cloud,
In the house made of the he-rain,
In the house made of the dark mist…
Oh, male divinity!

With your moccasins of dark cloud,
come to us.
With your leggings of dark cloud,
come to us.
With your shirt of dark cloud,
come to us….
With your head-dress of dark cloud,
come to us.
With the dark thunder above you,
come to us soaring.
With the shapen cloud at your feet,
come to us soaring.
With the far darkness made of the dark cloud,
over your head, come to us soaring….


Navajo


Iki cize      Een krijger,
waon kon      ben ik geweest.
wana      Nu
hena la yelo      is alles voorbij.
iyo tiye kiya      Een moeilijke tijd
waon      maak ik door.


Sitting Bull 1889-Lakota


"I think I am a good man,
but…all over the world they say,
I am a bad man"


Geronimo


Tomorrow
We have wept the blood of countless ages,
as each of us raised high the lance of hate…
Now let us dry our tears and learn the dance,
and chant of the life cycle tomorrow dances behind the sun.
in sacred promise of things to come for children not yet born,
for ours is the potential of truly lasting beauty,
born of hope and shaped by deed.
Now let us lay the lance of hate upon this soil.


Peter blue cloud


"You have taken our land and made us outcasts"


Tatanka Iyotake-Sitting Bull


"Are...sacred graves to be plowed for com?
Dakotas, I am for War"


Mahpiya Luta-Red Cloud


Ani"qu ne´chawu´nani"-
Vader, heb medelij met mij,
Ani "qu ne´chawu´nani"-
Vader, heb medelij met mij,
Awa´wa biqana´kaye´na-
Ik ween van de dorst,
Awa´wa biqana´kaye´na-
Ik ween van de dorst,
Iyahu´h ni´bithi´ti-
Alles is vergaan-ik heb niets te eten,
Iyahu´h ni´bithi´ti-
Alles is vergaan-ik heb niets te eten.


Gost Dance-lied van de Arapaho


O, our elders,
this is the name bestowed on me,
when I was presented to you at dawn,
four days after birth.


O, our elders,
you who have never become mortal beings,
who have no reason to worry,
no reason to be lonely,
no reason to weep,
no reason to be sad.

I, a child of darkness,
come forth on this dawn to feed you,
with the sacred cornmeal of tradition,
and to offer you this,
my humble morning prayer.

May you, or elders,
keep meadows and mountains alive,
with grass and with game.
And may I continue,
to be accepted and loved.
May I catch up with that,
for which we always seek,
long life and abundance.


Taos