Flute-Priest Song For Rain

Whistle under the water, Make the water bubble to the tones of the flute. I call the bluebirds 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.