Hymn of Mixcoatl.

I come forth from Chicomoztoc, only to you, my friends, to you, honored ones.

I come forth from Tziuactitlan, only to you my friends, only to you honored ones.

I sought, I sought, in all directions I sought with my pack; in all directions I sought with my pack.

I sought, I sought, in all directions I sought with my traveling net.

I took them in hand, I took them in hand; yes, I took them in hand; yes, I took them in hand.

In the ball ground I sang well and strong, like to the quetzal bird; I answered back to the god.