The spirit of clouds I am
 And the spring creeks singing
 stillness within a river great
 rainbow on the falls
 blackness of waters
 The spirit of man
 In a warrior straw-haired 

I am not a god
 man I’m not

I am my people
 I am the song of my tribe
 The wisdom and the skills
 sword turned into poem

I am the oaken sage
 The bone-hurling one
 The boulder on some riverside
 The eye of golden hawk
 The embrace of red bear
 The song in the heart of the man