The gods of Mexico

by Lewis Spence

I

Uitzilopochtli the warrior, no one is my equal;

Not in vain have I put on the vestment of yellow feathers,

For through me the sun has risen (i.e. the time of sacrifice appears).

II

The man out of the cold land knew (through him) a baneful omen.

He had taken a foot from the man out of the cold land.

III

In the place of Tlaxotlan, the feathers were distributed

With which the war chieftains stuck themselves.