How beautiful are the corn rows,

Stretching to the morning sun,

Stretching to the evening sun.

Very beautiful, the long rows of corn.

How beautiful is the white corn,

I husk it,

I grind it.

Very beautiful, my white corn.

How beautiful is the red corn,

I gather it and make fine meal,

I am glad doing this.

Very beautiful, my red corn.

How beautiful is the black corn,

I give it to my father,

To my mother,

I give it to my child.

Very beautiful, the black corn.

How beautiful is the mottled corn,

Like the sky with little clouds,

I eat it looking at the sky.

Very beautiful, my mottled corn.