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.