The circle of the Earth
is the head of a
great drum.
With the day,
With the day,
it moves
upward—booming.
With the night,
With the night,
it moves
downward—booming.
The day and the night are its song.
I am very small,
The day and the night are its song.
I am very small,
as I dance upon
the drumhead.
I am like a particle of dust,
I am like a particle of dust,
as I dance upon
the drumhead.
Above me in the sky
Above me in the sky
is the shining
ball of the drumstick.
I dance upward with the day.
I dance downward with the night.
Some day I shall dance afar
I dance upward with the day.
I dance downward with the night.
Some day I shall dance afar
into space like a
particle of dust.
Who is the Drummer who
Who is the Drummer who
beats upon the
Earth-drum?
Who is the Drummer who
Who is the Drummer who
makes me to dance
his song?
—Ojibwa