In Colhuacan, an awesome place is the house of the lord The palace of Tezcatzoncatl the god with the mirror in his hair Gifts are given the god, yet he weeps it must not be so gifts are given the god, yet he weeps Alas, in Axalco palace gifts are given the god, yet he weeps it must not be so gifts are given the god, yet he weeps In Tezcatzonco, your abode A warrior, a rabbit, tochin my god has created I'll overthrow, I'll perforate the hill of Mixcoatl, in Colhuacan Man with the voice, I've beaten the drum Little mirror, little mirror In the country of mirrors, Tezcatzonco drink up The white-headed pulque is cooked to a froth Drink up the pulque