am therefore not satisfied,
My father, my old priest,
The Jaguar-serpent.
V
Out of the Tlalocan the turquoise house (the blue house)
Came thy father, Acatonal.
VI
O go, go down on the mountain Poyauhtlan
With the mist rattle-board;
Water will be sent from Tlalocan,
The country of the rain-gods.
VII
O my elder brother Toxcuecuex!
I will go; it is enough to make him