a serpent has become a quetzal.
The fire-serpent, the famine, has left me.
It may be that I shall go thence to perish,
I, the young maize-plant.
My heart is like a chalchihuitl;
But I shall yet see gold in that place.
I shall be satisfied when I can say
The warrior chief is born.
Let the maize be ready in abundance, O my god.
I look towards thy mountain, I, who worship thee.
I will be satisfied
When the maize ripens,
When the warrior chief is born.
I believe the god to have been called “Night-drinker” from the circumstance that, in the belief of certain barbarous peoples, vegetation is more greatly assisted in its growth by night than by day,