Hymn to Ixcoçauhqui

Daniel G. Brinton, 1890 · 6 verses · Read at the source

6.1In the Hall of Flames let me not put to shame my ancestors; descending there, let me not put you to shame.

6.2I fasten a rope to the sacred tree, I twist it in eight folds, that by it I, a magician, may descend to the magical house.

6.3Begin your song in the Hall of Flames; begin your song in the Hall of Flames; why does the magician not come forth? Why does he not rise up?

6.4Let his subjects assist in the Hall of Flames; he appears, he appears, let his subjects assist.

6.5Let the servants never cease the song in the Hall of Flames; let them rejoice greatly, let them dance wonderfully.

6.6Call ye for the woman with abundant hair, whose care is the mist and the rain, call ye for her.