O Great Spirit, whose voice we hear in the wind
Whose breath brings life to the world – Hear us
We come to you as one of many children
We are small, we are weak
We need your strength – your wisdom
Teach us to walk in beauty
Let our eyes behold the red – the purple sunset.
Let our hand reach out to the many things you have made
And our ears may they be sharp so we can hear your voice.
Make us strong – not to be superior to our brothers
But to be able to fight our greatest enemy – ourselves
May we forever come to you with a straight eye.
So that when life fades as the evening sunset
Our spirit will come to you without shame

--chief Dan George—

edi, edza, massicho!