Itzpapalotl to Coatlicue
In the high grasses I dwell, in the long valley I dwell. In the secret cavern I dwell, on the high mountains I dwell.
You are the darkness, and I am the moon.
As filled with need I crawl, as stripped of flesh I crawl. As into warmth I crawl, as into flame I crawl.
You are the hunger, and I am the hunter.
Through the sky I fell, through the sun I fell. Into five hands I fell, out of no hands I fell.
You are the heavens, and I am the seasons.