I sit in a lodge of mourning this day. I have placed the crossed sticks at the entrance. Nobody will enter.
The mother the woman I live with walks the Hanging Road this night. She began her journey when Sun Father walked high in the sky.
I have purified myself for the ceremonies.
For the next four days and nights, I will Sing for her journey till she reaches the Ancestor lands.
I will burn the Sacred Sage leaves. I will burn the Sacred Juniper wood.
I begin the Singing now.