The yellow flower blossoms she is our mother, Tonan with the god's mask of thigh skin In Tamoanchan you began The yellow flower is your flower she is our mother with the god's mask of thigh skin In Tamoanchan you began The white flower blossoms she is our mother with the god's mask of thigh skin In Tamoanchan you began The white flower is your flower she is our mother with the god's mask of thigh skin In Tamoanchan you began The goddess on the sacred cactus is our mother Itzpapalotl, the Obsidian Butterfly Let us find her in the nine thorny plains She'll be feeding on deer hearts she is our mother the earth goddess, Tlaltecuhtli With new chalk, with new feathers , she is covered In the four quarters darts lie in fragments A deer is what she has become There on the desert plain they come to find you they, Xiuhnel and Mimich