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Lowan Chowala Keh
Tae naun nit zunkshe maka;
Nau wicasha spZ˙ lowa.
Notat wakinyan woshka;
Hai botun deg yuwaka.
Aranina eyanta;
Wahine mitae omaha.
Dega eyan yuzeta.
Hai un yuze wicasa;
Wicahupo maka kta.
Yakchan hea hiyupab - Hm chihila;
Wahupa hai skatapa,
hai tonowe wotawa.
Tui uina miha.
Icaya yuza ecra.
Oni parad unt isna;
AhblezZ˙ tapak tunka.
Wakantanka arana;
Chit ata to Hiyupa!
Sapawa on chinita,
Unaut tae upo ara.
Wichahuto maka kta.
Kanchi owap hoyupa;
Shpelo - Kale - Huguma.
Hiyupo Yo for krula,
kohom inwqa az utna.
Hiyupaza utinza,
Zin Shkatapi icaya.
Terak tawamichiya.
Laon unt yemi tae za,
Hanhepi za chowala.
Arani ahblizo ah,
Cho hai tah wichashashna.
In sapa wyki Chuka,
Ata chin wichasha - Heya.
Laon go - Chowala Keh.
Heyart taez pahan paha,
Marlymak nug sokipa,
Quahints nape chezhoya,
Prenchaks hanpa wap hanhepa,
Olimaks pasu deki,
Chanuis zholah nichai yah,
Kalumnus chante serkia.
Lowan unt inow ahpa,
Skan tokataku shkana.
Wahblizo yetae zuka.
Wichashin hupo krula.
Teonshpe tae inya.
Nau mi kiseri nugah.
Laon - Manitu untah.
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Song of the Chowala Keh
We were young, the star spewed forth this sphere;
With time came man-kind, song came aloud.
Upon the wind we raced and we played;
Man stood awed, and went to his grave.
Spirits, ghosts, gods they bespoke of us;
In the clouds, one and all, they put us.
When one died, it was said, they met us.
When Man was young we took human forms;
Birthed into a world of pain.
We found joy in life, yes even love;
Understanding of Man we sought for,
Yet He escaped time and again.
We aged to a point, our bodies old.
Death claimed our weakened souls.
We walked in a garden not alone;
Viewing our past life within the stones.
To judge oneself upon their spirit code;
This is gained, that is lost, live again!
Through space, this star cluster hurled,
We were timeless our souls began.
Birthed once more to a world of pain.
The mighty river of life went on;
Roaring, crashing, flowing into sea.
The path of life continued to grow,
Winding, twisting, climbing, dropping down.
The tree of life stood stalwartly tall,
Stretching, reaching, growing, seeking death.
In this we found what man truly was.
Ask not of the path from where we came,
Night stirs forth to claim our seven souls.
Only one it finds and understands,
Seven men with one soul, man apart.
In darkness dwell this high humble lot,
They bring hope to troubled man, and joy.
Call by name Chowala Keh.
Heyart sees the cry of sound,
Marlymak hears colours hue,
Quahints hand taste and bite,
Prenchaks foot knows the dark night,
Olimaks nose, touch death and life,
Chanuis mouth thinks for all,
Kalumnus heart speaks in peace.
A story not yet ended in time,
Forever it strives a task.
Learn from us of war and peace.
It was Man in birth and growth,
Who has taught us in our ways.
Now my friends, listen to us.
Call us, but gods we are not.
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