the new infant

Still the sun sleeps in his hut;
the moon on a stroll
when to yet another gathering he was invited:
the bright and morning star to accompany,
the new infant to see
With unique brightness it gazed
hearing from afar recitals and songs
to accept yet another infant
in joy as they gathered;
All in his presence,
the infant to wish the best.
That morning with birds singing,
the rush through the thick thickets ...
A woman in labour a baby's cry...
So they gather together today,
early with the moon,
the infant to see,
water falling from the roof on her,
her cry on the ground: she is alive,
Water and corn drink to taste,
with gifts, in joy and hope
this infant to wish the very best.