Beyond rentohvrv – Joy Harjo – Mvskoke

Beyond sunrise, there is a song we follow

Beyond clouds traveling with rain humped

On their backs, lightning in their fists

Hvossv rentohpvrv vholoce hvlwe fullat oske acekohyet

mon vtokyvhaten nokofticet hoyanecof pom yvhiketv

pohēt acakapēyēs.

Beyond the blue horizon where our ancestors

Appear bearing gifts, wrapped in blankets woven

With sun and strands of scarlet time

Sutv ceskv holatten rentohpvr, pom vculvke emkv oketv

mon vcetv herakat apvllapicet esyices.

Beyond the footpaths we walk everyday

From sunrise to kitchen, to work, to garden, to play

To sunset, to dark, and back

Nene vpaskuce rentopvrv, hvsossv oketv, hompetv-cuko

vtotketv, cvpofv, ahkpvnkv, mon hvsaklatkv oketv, nocicet,

oketv hvtvm teropotaranes.

Beyond where the baby sleeps, her breath

A light mist of happiness making

A fine rainbow of becoming knowledgeable around us

Hopuewv nocat rentohpvrv, en hesaketv cvmpose afvcke

hayat, nak-kerrat pofeken celayes.

Beyond the children learning alphabets

And numbers, bent over their sticks and dolls

As they play war and family, grow human paths

Hopuetake ponakv enyolvnk kerrakat rentohvrv, ‘toluvcuce,

este-vhake sakopvnakes. Horre hayaket, cuko-hayaket,

ahkopvnakes. Em poyafekcv nen’oce oh-licakes.

Beyond the grandmothers and grandfathers

Their mothers and fathers, and in the marrow of their bones

To when that song was first sung we traveled on

Epuse, epuca, ecke, erke, mon fone enfolowv rentohpvrv

enhvteceskv pom yuhiketv yuhikēt apeyēs.

Beyond sunset, can you hear it?

The shaking of shells, the drumming of feet, the singers

Singing, all of us, all at once?

Hvsaklatkv rentohprvrv nak makakat pheckv? Lucv

sopanvlke, opanlke, yvhikvlke omvlkv etehumkuse

yuhikikat pohechv

How deep the voices of Earth and Sky

In the song of beyond, how deep we are–

Ekvnv mon sutv emopunvkv, enyvhiketv, sufketos. Yvhiketv

rentohpvrv, pomeu, sufke poniyēt, yuhikēs.