And those who, though a royal band,
Serve thee for crown, or plume,
Remote from Culhuacan’s land
Shall find the exile’s doom.
Deprived of thee,—their rank forgot,
Misfortune shall o’erwhelm their lot.
Then fame shall grudgingly withhold
Her meed to greatness, which of old
Blazons and crowns displayed;
The people will retain alone
Remembrance of that *triple throne*
Which this our land obeyed.
Brave Moctezuma’s Indian land
Was Mexico the great,
And Nezahualcoyotl’s hand
Blessed Culhuacan’s state,
Whilst Totoquil his portion drew
In Acatlapan, strong and true;
But no oblivion can I fear,
Of good by thee accomplished here,
Whilst high upon thy throne;
That station, which, to match thy worth,
Was given by the Lord of Earth,
Maker of good alone.