coyol

Updated: May 4, 2025

Truly as I walk along I hear the rocks as it were replying to the sweet songs of the flowers; truly the glittering, chattering water answers, the bird-green fountain, there it sings, it dashes forth, it sings again; the mockingbird answers; perhaps the coyol bird answers, and many sweet singing birds scatter their songs around like music. They bless the earth pouring out their sweet voices.

Daniel Garrison Brinton - Ancient Nahuatl Poetry: Brinton's Library of Aboriginal American Literature Number VII.

Here, delightful friendship, turning about with scarlet dyed wings, rains down its flowers, and the warriors and youths, holding in their hands the fragrant xilo flowers, walk about inhaling the sweet odor. The golden coyol bird sings sweetly to you, sweetly lifts its voice like a flower, like sweet flowers in your hand, as you converse and lift your voice in singing, etc.

Daniel Garrison Brinton - Ancient Nahuatl Poetry: Brinton's Library of Aboriginal American Literature Number VII.

I, the singer, have entered many flower gardens, places of pleasaunce, favored spots, where the dew spread out its glittering surface, where sang various lovely birds, where the coyol birds let fall their song, and spreading far around, their voices rejoiced the Cause of All, He who is God, ohuaya! ohuaya!

Daniel Garrison Brinton - Ancient Nahuatl Poetry: Brinton's Library of Aboriginal American Literature Number VII.

In canon in noconcaqui in tlatol aya tlacazo yehuatl ipalnemoa quiyananquilia quiyananquilia in coyolyantototl on cuicatinemi xochimanamanaya, etc. Wherever I hear those words, perhaps the Giver of Life is answering, as answers the coyol bird, spreading wide its notes, offering up its flowery song of flowers.

Daniel Garrison Brinton - Ancient Nahuatl Poetry: Brinton's Library of Aboriginal American Literature Number VII.

Where the brilliant scolopender basks, the coyol bird scatters abroad its songs, answering back the nobles, rejoicing in their prowess and might. Xochitzetzeliuhtoc y, niconnetolilo antocnihuan huehuetitlan ai on chielo can nontlamati toyollo yehua ohuaya ohuaya. Scattering flowers I rejoice you, dear friends, with my drum, awaiting what comes to our minds.

Daniel Garrison Brinton - Ancient Nahuatl Poetry: Brinton's Library of Aboriginal American Literature Number VII.

It is there that I the singer hear the very essence of song; certainly not on earth has true poesy its birth; certainly it is within the heavens that one hears the lovely coyol bird lift its voice, that the various quechol and zacuan birds speak together, there they certainly praise the Cause of All, ohuaya! ohuaya!

Daniel Garrison Brinton - Ancient Nahuatl Poetry: Brinton's Library of Aboriginal American Literature Number VII.

The divine quechol bird answers me as I, the singer, sing, like the coyol bird, a noble new song, polished like a jewel, a turquoise, a shining emerald, darting green rays, a flower song of spring, spreading celestial fragrance, fresh with the dews of roses, thus have I the poet sung. Nictlapalimatia nicxoxochineloaya yectli yancuicatlan cozcapetlaticaya, etc.

Daniel Garrison Brinton - Ancient Nahuatl Poetry: Brinton's Library of Aboriginal American Literature Number VII.

That thou mayest rejoice the youths and the nobles in their grandeur. Wonderful indeed is it how the living song descended upon the drum, how it loosened its feathers and spread abroad the songs of the Giver of Life, and the coyol bird answered, spreading wide its notes, offering up its flowery songs of flowers.

Daniel Garrison Brinton - Ancient Nahuatl Poetry: Brinton's Library of Aboriginal American Literature Number VII.