The Siege of Huexotzinco
She is besieged, she is despised,
the city of Huexotzinco:
With weapons she is encircled, pierced by darts, Huexotzinco.
Roar the tortoise-shell drums in your home, in Huexotzinco
Where Tecayehuatzin rules, and where sings his song and plays his flute
prince Quecehuatl, in his home, Huexotzinco
Listen: our father has come down, Camaxtli,
for in the house of Tigers, the drum thunders
echoing the song of tortoise-shell drums.
Only so, flowers petals tear down pillars
torn and dragged away are their fine clothes
all the city kept, safe in her coffer, city of Camaxtli
Consumed by the fire now, your houses built of precious stones
My houses too, of treasured books, all that was your home, Oh Camaxtli!