Aqalani

But instead of looking south in the direction in which he was

going he looked to the north, the country in which dwelt his

people. Before him were the beautiful peaks of the Depentsa, with

their forested slopes. The clouds hung over the mountain, the

showers of rain fell down its sides, and all the country looked

beautiful. And he said to the land, "Aqalani!" and a feeling of

loneliness and homesickness came over him, and he wept and

sang this song:

That flowing water! That flowing water!

My mind wanders across it.

That broad water! That flowing water!

My mind wanders across it.

That old-age water! That flowing water!

My mind wanders across it.

Navajo