Nicchocaehua, nicnotlamati, nicelnamiqui ticauhtehuazque yectliya xochitl yectli yancuicatl; ma octonahuiacan, ma oc toncuicacan cen tiyahui tipolihui ye ichan, etc.
*I lift my voice in wailing, I am afflicted, as I remember that we must leave the beautiful flowers, the noble songs; let us enjoy ourselves for a while, let us sing, for we must depart forever, we are to be destroyed in our dwelling place.*
Achtleon ah yuhquimati in tocnihuan cocoya in noyollo qualani yehua ay oppan in tlacatihua ye ay oppa piltihuaye yece yequi xoantlalticpac.
*Is it indeed known to our friends how it pains and angers me that never again can they be born, never again be young on this earth?*
Oc achintzinca y tetloc ye nican tenahuacan aic yezco on aic nahuiaz aic nihuelamatiz.
*Yet a little while with them here, then nevermore shall I be with them, nevermore enjoy them, nevermore know them.*
In can on nemian noyollo yehua? Can huel ye nochan? Can huel nocallamanian? Ninotolinia tlalticpac.
*Where shall my soul dwell? Where is my home? Where shall be my house? I am miserable on earth.*
Zan ye tocontemaca ye tocontotoma in mochalchiuh, ye on quetzalmalintoc, zacuan icpac xochitl, za yan tiquinmacayan tepilhuan O.
*We take, we unwind the jewels, the blue flowers are woven over the yellow ones, that we may give them to the children.*
In nepapan xochitl conquimilo, conihuiti ye noyollo niman nichocaya ixpan niauh in tonan.
*Let my soul be draped in various flowers; let it be intoxicated by them, for soon must I weeping go before the face of our mother.*
Zan nocolhuia: ipalnemohua ma ca ximozoma, ma ca ximonenequin tlalticpac, mazo tehuantin motloc tinemican y, zan ca ye moch ana ilhuicatlitica.
*This only do I ask:--Thou Giver of Life, be not angry, be not severe on earth, let us live with thee on earth, take us to the Heavens.*
Azo tle nello nicyaitohua nican ipalnemohua, zan tontemiqui y, zan toncochitlehuaco, nicitoa in tlalticpac ye ayac huel tontiquilhuia ye nicana.
*But what can I speak truly here of the Giver of Life? We only dream, we are plunged in sleep; I speak here on earth; but never can we speak in worthy terms here.*
In manel ye chalchihuitl, mantlamatilolli, on aya mazo ya ipalnemohuani ayac hueltic ilhuia nicana.
*Although it may be jewels and precious ointments (of speech), yet of the Giver of Life, one can never here speak in worthy terms.*