It is no more a time of mourning.
II
Oh, Tlaloc (the Rain-god) has been created
(I.e. my statue has been set on the temple),
My God has become a dark red colour from the blood of the sacrifices.
The whole day they took, with the making of rain in the temple court.
III
O my Chieftain, the maize-prince,
In truth it is your produce;
You created it first;