Came thy father, Acatonal.
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VI
O go, go down on the mountain Poyauhtlan
With the mist rattle-board;
Water will be sent from Tlalocan,
The country of the rain-gods.
VII
O my elder brother Toxcuecuex!
I will go; it is enough to make him weep.
Came thy father, Acatonal.
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O go, go down on the mountain Poyauhtlan
With the mist rattle-board;
Water will be sent from Tlalocan,
The country of the rain-gods.
O my elder brother Toxcuecuex!
I will go; it is enough to make him weep.