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We ask you, oh Tlaloc! when you see that Father Sun is very angry with us, to come and spray us so that he doesn’t kill us in his anger,

You, Mother Rain, do not see who is good, and who is evil; you flood all the earth so that the fields and the trees will flourish.

Pejkia ne shupan! Pejkia wetzi ne at! Muchi ne jaral yawi mulini wan ne tal yawia shushuknajkisa. Ne takwalmet yawita kipiat itakwal, yawit mutaliat tumawak wan te yawit kiseliat mayan. Yajika ne tushupan yaja techtakwaltia muchi tay tinemit ijpak ne tal, wan kichiwa ka tuweyka mutetzilnajkisa, tumawaya wan weya. Yajika, kaj kenka Tiut? ka yaja techtuktia ne at; kituktia ne shalnaj ejekat pal tikijiukwit; ne tunal pal techtawilua ne tal kan tiktaliat tujtukshi pal weyat ne kwajkwawit pal tikutunat wan iwan yaja tiketzat ne tukal kan tinemit; nusan ne kan nemit ne tukujkunew, kan te techmaka ne tunal, kan tesu tisekmikit. Yajika kaj weliskia kichiwa tay Tiut kichiwa tuwan?

Winter has begun! The rain has begun to fall! All the fields will sprout and the land will turn green. The animals will have their food, they will grow fat and will not go hungry. Therefore our winter feeds us all who are upon the earth, and makes our body grow full, healthy and strong. Therefore, who is like unto God? for he sends us rain; he sends us air to breathe; the sun to cast light on the earth on which we tread so that the trees will grow and we can cut wood with which to build our homes where we live; where our children also live, where we shelter from the sun, where we do not feel the cold. Therefore who else could do what God does for us?

Yajika inan achtu kitakwaltia. Wan kwak kita ka ne tutuchin welia patani, kunij kichiwa ka kiselia mayan, pal pewa patani. Ka su te kichiwa kiunij, ne tutuchin te keman patani, maya kichia ne takwal tik ishumul.

So first the mother feeds it, and when it sees that the baby bird is already able to fly, it makes it go hungry so that it will start to fly. Because if it doesn’t do that, the baby bird will never fly, it will just wait for food in its nest.

Mira aquel.

Yaja kiuni cafe. Ne siwapiltzin kita ne iikaw.

Ella bebe café. La niña ve a su hermanito.

“¡Mire mi hermano, él duerme!” dice la niña.

“¡Veo que duerme, pero él es pequeño!” dice su madre.

También son grandes para te vea bien! dice el coyote.

Ya vamos, ya vamos, ya vamos mamá.

Mis señores padres me han dicho, y yo lo veo, que quieren mucho a su familia y eso debemos hacer (nosotros) con ellos, porque así como es el padre deben ser sus hijos.

Nunca te enojes, ve que eso dice mal de ti.

No robes, mira que el ladrón nadie lo quiere.

Me gustan las mariposas, porque tienen bonitas alas y agradables colores.

"My boys are going to come soon, they're going to play."

The old man told her, "look, he's happy to see the little birds".

"We're going now", said the old man; "you go too, but don't forget, come anytime with your son; here are his friends to play with".

He was seeing what his wife was doing.

"Now the priest told me that if I have a farm that I should go with her that she eat the red custard apples that are ripe, and then I should hit her with the hard ones in order to kill her."