When the east wind cries

Darkness reigned over water and land Tezcatlipoca waved his mirrored hand

Four faces had he not two, one for each direction they grew

One creator, another of life, agriculture yet one more of war and strife

A seed planted Xilonen maiden of corn did grow, golden hair tassels of snow

Tlaloc came in rain, piercing cloud's bellies, quenching corn's thirsty pain

Xipe Toteuc with obsidian blade, severed her head, the sacrifice made

Peeling corn's husk foot to chin, lord over all, now dressed in her golden skin

Bleeding corn to thresh, a sacrament ground by teeth is her flesh

Naked cob, now her bones discarded, with Mictlantecutli to the underworld departed

Out of that darkness again she will raise when Tlalocayotl, the east wind, cries