Hear me, my chiefs; my heart is sick and sad; Our chiefs are killed, The old men are all dead, It is cold and we have no blankets; The little children are freezing to death. Hear me, my chiefs; my heart is sick and sad; From where the sun now stands I will fight no more forever!

Tell General Howard I know his heart. When he told me before I have it in my heart. I am tired of fighting. Our Chiefs are killed. Looking-Glass is dead. Ta-hul-hul-Sote is dead. The old men are all dead. It is the young men who say yes or no. He who led on the young men is dead. It is cold, and we have no blankets; the little children are freezing to death. My people, some of them, have run away to the hills, and have no blankets, no food. No one knows where they are - perhaps freezing to death. I want to have time to look for my children, and see how many of them I can find. Maybe I shall find them amoung the dead.

Hear me, my chiefs. I am tired; my heart is sick and sad. From where the sun now stands I will fight no more forever.