I would sit in the center of the world,
the Black Hills hooped around me and
dream of my dancing horse. my wife
was Black Shawl who gave me the daughter
I called They Are Afraid Of Her.
I was afraid of nothing
except Black Buffalo Woman.
my love for her I wore
instead of feathers. I did not dance
I dreamed. I am dreaming now
across the worlds. my medicine is strong.
my medicine is strong in the Black basket
of these fingers. I come again through this
Black Buffalo woman. hear me;
the hoop of the world is breaking.
fire burns in the four directions.
the dreamers are running away from the hills.
I have seen it. I am crazy horse.