Hail to our mother, who poured forth white flowers in abundance, who scattered the seeds of the maguey, as she came forth from Paradise.
Hail to the goddess who shines in the thorn-bush like a bright butterfly.
Ho! she is our mother, goddess of the earth; she supplies food in the desert to the wild beasts, and causes them to live.
Thus, thus, you see her to be an ever-fresh model of liberality toward all flesh.
And as you see the goddess of the earth do to the wild beasts, so also does she toward the green herbs and the fishes.
HYMN TO CIHUACOATL, THE MOTHER OF MORTALS
(Mexican Indian)
Quilaztli, plumed with eagle feathers, with the crest of eagles, painted with serpents’ blood, comes with her hoe, beating her drum, from Colhuacan.
She alone, who is our flesh, goddess of the fields and shrubs, is strong to support us.
With the hoe, with the hoe, with hands full, with the hoe, with hands full, the goddess of the fields is strong to support us.