Shroud Yourselves

The twenty-first cuicatl in Songs of the Lords of Anahuac, my English translation of the codex Romances de los señores de la Nueva España.

I set up our drums —
I assemble our friends,
And they relax, entertained
As I sing for them:
“Remember that we must
depart for that land!
Shroud yourselves!¹
Feel joy in these riches,²
you friends of ours!”