Give heed to my song and my music,
For I care but to pleasure thy fancy.
The sweet things of life are but shadows;
The triumphs, the honors, what are they
But dreams that are idle and last not
Though clothed in a semblance of being?
And so great is the truth that I utter,
I pray thee to answer this question.
Cihuapán, the valiant, where is he,
And Quauhtzintecomtzin, the mighty,