I am the Chalmecan, I am the Chalmecan with fasting sandals with sun-stone headband that trembles, it trembles Big, big is your fir branch Ilama Quilaztli, the old goddess your branch of a fir tree I call to you, lord of the reeds over your shield blood is being shed I call to you, lord of the reeds My darts are gone proud is their story reeds are my darts none break in two proud is their story Tetoman is where you abide donor of gifts in Tetoman Not with ease do I nourish the quetzal bird Opochtli, Yopoch, is my god the one with dart throwers Not with ease do I nourish the quetzal bird