Begin the song in pleasure, singer, enjoy, give pleasure to all, even to the Life Giver.
Delight, for the Life Giver adorns us. All the flower bracelets, your flowers, are dancing. Our songs are strewn in this jewel house, this golden house. The Flower Tree grows and shakes, already it scatters. The quetzal breathes honey, the golden quéchol breathes honey.
You have transformed into a Flower Tree, you have emerged, you bend and scatter. You have appeared before Ometeotl's face as multi-colored flowers.
Live here on earth, blossom! As you move and shake, flowers fall. My flowers are eternal, my songs are forever: I raise them: I, a singer. I scatter them, I spill them, the flowers become gold: they are carried inside the golden place.
Flowers of raven, flowers you scatter, you let them fall in the house of flowers.
Ah, yes: I am happy, I prince Nezahualcoyotl, gathering jewels, wide plumes of quetzal, I contemplate the faces of jades: they are the princes! I gaze into the faces of Eagles and Jaguars, and behold the faces of jades and jewels!
Not forever on earth, only a brief time here! Even jades fracture; even gold ruptures, even quetzal plumes tear: Not forever on earth: only a brief time here!
We will pass away. I, Nezahualcoyotl, say, Enjoy! Do we really live on earth?
– Nezahualcoyotl, “The Flower Tree”
