Hoo-Kee hear me
Take pity on me
I am very poor
I am going whither I go.

Give me this day a spotted horse to ride on my return.
Take care of my going and take heed of my coming.
Let no mishaps delay me.
Preserve my fellow friends, that with me go.
Do not deliver us to death.

Our safety hither and thither make thou sure.
Thus, O Sun, I speak to thee,
Art thou not very powerful and good?
As thou art powerful and good, pity me.
Thou powerful one, help me to bring also a scalp of my foe, that my people may rejoice at my coming.