priest of the Sunset, Lord of the Twilight.
The god of evil omens,
The lord Tezcatlipocâ,
Shall answer to me, the Maize-god.
In the temple of the octli-god
The rabbit has come to life again.
It runs about.
By my god was it created.
I will bring down the fire-drill, fire will I twirl
On the mountain of Mixcoatl in Culhuacan.
Raising my voice, I strike the little mirror;
The little mirror has grown weak
In the temple of the