Your Garlands Are Woven

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

One with egret plumes¹
stirs flowers,
draws down songs
from your home,
O Giver of Life,²
“Take delight!”
I say right here.

Perhaps even northward,
toward the Land of the Dead.³
Perhaps there you go get them,
you Chichimec princes,
once they too are released on earth.
“Take…