Songs of the Tewa, by Herbert Joseph Spinden, [1933], at sacred-texts.com

VI

LOST LOVE

At Su k’wa k’e there used to bloom a flower—
That flower, that flower, whene’er I see it now
Alas, so far away, why then I weep;
That flower, that flower, whene’er I see it now,
For yellow, fresh and full-blown once it bloomed.