Navaho Legends

by Unknown

From where dark knives dangle on high I come,

With implement of sacred rites I come,

Dreadful to you.

With Offspring of the Waters now I come,

From the house made of serrate knives I come,

From where the serrate knives hang high I come,

With implement of sacred rites I come,

Divine to you.

With Reared beneath the Earth now do I come,

From house of knives of every kind I come,