Me p+teku xaata kename meri pait+, ta ´iwat+arima me hayek+ reyetewakaku haramara tsíe,

´Etsiwa xeik+a ´u   hek+akaku metserik+, tsiere x+rawe  tsixi wahek+.

Kaka+yari tsixi, meteuti xaataka, tats+arí mem+ye huukaik+ ta matsi kauyumari me heuwaut+kait+, h++ri tsíe pait+.

´Emeteu tewit+rí me ´u huut+, h+ri tsíe rí me heta ´ax+aku, ta matsi kauyumari yu xa+tá peyuyetua me mimienik+, m+k+ tari ´iyarieya hikuri pat+a. ´Anatari yatiuy+ku, tats+arí meetsa m+y+ane yu niwé p+yetua, ka heuniereme, tsiere ´uti ´+tsaiwame, tsiere kwinimieme reuta m+iweme, m+k+ ´ana taipa me peih+a, yatíu h++yaku táu puti nuiwax+, tats+arí ta yéu.

´Ik+ ´ana mat+ari te weweiyamete máxa me pumi, tsiere ´ana mat+ari puku hek+arix+.

´+pa+ mep+te ku xaata Wixaritari.

They say many years ago, our ancestors got out of the sea when the world was still dark.

The only light was the one coming from the moon and the stars.

The gods formed the first jicarero group and began their search for the deer and the Sunrise Hill.

After a long journey to the hill, the deer gave itself voluntarily to the hunters and its heart became peyote. Then the moon gave away her son, a blind and crippled boy, yet a great hunter who jumped into a bonfire and, after going through the underworld, came back as the Sun. He is our father Tayau.

That's how the first hunt and our first sunrise came to be.

That's how the Wixárikas tells it.