The song of creation

The dark purple light rises in the north, A yellow light rises in the east. Then we of the flowers of the earth come forth To receive a long life full of joy. We call ourselves the Butterfly maidens. Both male and female make their prayers to the east, Make the respectful sign to the Sun, our Creator. The sounds of bells ring through the air, Making a joyful sound throughout the land, Their joyful echo resounding everywhere. Humbly I ask my Father, The perfect one, Taiowa, our Father, The perfect one, creating the beautiful life Shown to us by the yellow light, To give us perfect light at the time of the red light. The perfect one laid out the perfect plan And gave to us a long span of life, Creating song to implant joy in life. On this path of happiness, we the Butterfly maidens Carry out his wishes by greeting our Father Sun. The song resounds back from our Creator with joy, And we of the earth repeat it to our Creator. At the appearing of the yellow light, Repeats and repeats again in the joyful echo, Sounds and resounds for times to come.